Strengths/Weaknesses: Disciple is a skilled huntress and tracker with a gift for listening and putting down words to paper. She is an optimist--and even with death staring her in the face she still is. She beleives that people can change and good can come from those you least expect. Her pacifist outlook clashes with her temper and she has been known to get into arguments, especially with those who disgree with Signless' message. She also tends to overlook her friend's faults which is the other half of the optimism coin. By trying to see the best she ignores the worst. Abilities: Disciple is a skilled hunter and writer.
Relationships to Canon Characters: She is the matesprit of Signless, companion to Dolorosa and Psiionic, and ancestor of Nepeta Leijon.
First Person:
If this is the afterlife, it's one I've never heard of. [There is video but it's dark. She's speaking aloud to herself, a habit she has from being alone sweeps ago.] All these strange hives and the many-wheeled device that brought me here. Unless this is some other planet. Though she was going to kill me so why would she send me somewhere else...
...Oh what is this? Oh oh is it food? [There's sounds of pawing through something and then a resigned noise] Well then, I'll look somewhere else. Hey, at least it looks like it can't be the afterlife. I'm furly sure you won't get hungry when you're dead.
Third Person:
Her eyes blinked open then narrowed. There was light, but just barely. Like the hour before twilight when it poured and the sun was hidden enough to stand in the warm water. The times when it was almost safe to go outside but not quite. There's a glimpse of flat wide plains. She's dreaming, of rolling along them and her eyes shut again. She remember crouching and waiting for death to come. Or was that a dream too?
Disciple wakes again and this time her body aches with staying in one spot. The movements to stretch out her limbs are automatic and as she does them, she scans her surroundings. There's a sudden dangerous moment of panic. She had been facing death. She was somewhere she didn't recognize.
And the sensation of movement she hadn't been paying attention to stopped. Whatever had been moving her had come to a halt and she felt this urge to move. She had never been one to deny her instincts and her scramble from the train was with less than her usual grace. Her claws at ready and her heart pounding, she was ready for a fight.
But there was nothing. Hives taller than ten of her and empty abandoned places. Her body relaxed. Was she dead? Had she come to her afterlife? She took slow steps into this place, not noticing the pocket watch tucked in her pocket.
[Fandom OC] The Disciple || Homestuck || no reserve || 2/2
Strengths/Weaknesses: Disciple is a skilled huntress and tracker with a gift for listening and putting down words to paper. She is an optimist--and even with death staring her in the face she still is. She beleives that people can change and good can come from those you least expect.
Her pacifist outlook clashes with her temper and she has been known to get into arguments, especially with those who disgree with Signless' message. She also tends to overlook her friend's faults which is the other half of the optimism coin. By trying to see the best she ignores the worst.
Abilities: Disciple is a skilled hunter and writer.
Relationships to Canon Characters: She is the matesprit of Signless, companion to Dolorosa and Psiionic, and ancestor of Nepeta Leijon.
First Person:
If this is the afterlife, it's one I've never heard of. [There is video but it's dark. She's speaking aloud to herself, a habit she has from being alone sweeps ago.] All these strange hives and the many-wheeled device that brought me here. Unless this is some other planet. Though she was going to kill me so why would she send me somewhere else...
...Oh what is this? Oh oh is it food? [There's sounds of pawing through something and then a resigned noise] Well then, I'll look somewhere else. Hey, at least it looks like it can't be the afterlife. I'm furly sure you won't get hungry when you're dead.
Third Person:
Her eyes blinked open then narrowed. There was light, but just barely. Like the hour before twilight when it poured and the sun was hidden enough to stand in the warm water. The times when it was almost safe to go outside but not quite. There's a glimpse of flat wide plains. She's dreaming, of rolling along them and her eyes shut again. She remember crouching and waiting for death to come. Or was that a dream too?
Disciple wakes again and this time her body aches with staying in one spot. The movements to stretch out her limbs are automatic and as she does them, she scans her surroundings. There's a sudden dangerous moment of panic. She had been facing death. She was somewhere she didn't recognize.
And the sensation of movement she hadn't been paying attention to stopped. Whatever had been moving her had come to a halt and she felt this urge to move. She had never been one to deny her instincts and her scramble from the train was with less than her usual grace. Her claws at ready and her heart pounding, she was ready for a fight.
But there was nothing. Hives taller than ten of her and empty abandoned places. Her body relaxed. Was she dead? Had she come to her afterlife? She took slow steps into this place, not noticing the pocket watch tucked in her pocket.