GURGLES UNATTRACTIVELY and reserves a spot for Indigo/Purple/whatever you call Gamzee's blood colour, if such a thing is possible. Been thinking of joining an RP to throw myself back into the community...
EDIT: Ah, you know what, I'm just going to throw my application up here.
Name: Oberon Morigg (source: Oberon the Shakespearian faerie king, and the Morrígan, a triple-bodied Irish deity.)
Gender: Male
Title: Knight of Dream
Color: Gamzee’s blood colour. Purple, indigo, whatever.
Trolltag: nemhainsTower [NT]
Quirk: NT: ▲ loVers and madmen haVe such seethIng braIns, such shapIng fantasIes, that apprehend more than cool reason eVer comprehends. △
Oberon will capitalize the letters X, I, and V, and add those weird triangles before and after every message.
Symbol: Ѫ
Theme: Song of Skaia. It's fabulous because there are things in Oberon's life he is fully aware he may never reach... such as those freaking high notes!
Lusus: Fairfather, or Eldritchdad as Oberon calls him. Fairfather is a large, vaguely troll-shaped lusus, about ten feet tall and with unusually long limbs. He constantly has the appearance of wearing long, flowing robes, that are tattered at the edges. He has horns identical to Oberon’s. One would expect from the rest of his figure that Fairfather would have an attractive face, but in reality, it’s something more akin to this.
Hive: Oberon’s home is a tower, on an extremely high cliff overlooking the sea. It’s a big tower. A massive tower. The area around has very frequent thunderstorms – it rains every day, and storms about once or twice a week. And because that tower is the tallest point in the immediate landscape, lightning tends to strike it… a lot. As such, the tower of about fifty floors only really has thirty, because the other twenty are shocked so often that parts of it have been destroyed. When he was younger, Oberon and Fairfather attempted to repair the tower between storms, but the effort was so great and the benefits so few that he’s stopped trying. Besides, it gives the place character.
Upon entering, it soon becomes evident that while they both have a mild interest in it, neither Oberon nor Fairfather have any idea of how to decorate a hive. The furniture varies in style and time period from floor to floor – sometimes even room to room – with furniture amassed by Oberon or Fairfather over time. Most of the more important rooms can be found on the lower floors, where they’re less likely to be struck by the thunder… but of course, there’s no accounting for nature, so he has had to replace many a valuable item. The bottom ten floors are most vital (kitchen, dining room, study/computer room, etc.) There is also one basement floor, which was designed by Fairfather as a headquarters for Oberon’s pursuits of the fae.
Occasionally Oberon needs to kill the vermin who try to take refuge in his upper floors, since there is literally no other shelter from the constant storms for miles around.
Appearance: Oberon Morigg is a troll slightly taller than normal, but otherwise his physique is unexceptional in every way. His hair is short, black like most trolls’, and most of the time Oberon just brushes it to the front and spikes it a bit. (He certainly does not object to variety in hairstyle, though.) And finally, his horns are… um, peculiar. One horn is a slightly curved point, a la Kanaya, and the other seems to be imitating some piece of circle-based modern art.
And now, for the outfit. Perhaps Oberon wears a black tee shirt with his symbol slammed in purple across the front, but if he does, no one ever sees it. Without a doubt, this troll’s favourite article of clothing is a long charcoal-grey trenchcoat, tattered around the sleeves and other edges like his lusus’ robes. (It is tattered from use; Oberon wears it more or less all the time, because otherwise, he would get extremely cold and beaten around by the constant storm and wind.) The interior of the coat is lined with a very high-quality, comfortable fabric that is the same colour as his blood, and the two upturned flaps at the front of the coat display this. Oberon’s symbol is sewn below the left pocket, large enough that anyone walking by can see it.
And now we get to the weird parts. Oberon subscribes to the usual Alternian cult mentality of most trolls that share his blood – unlike those trolls, however, he thinks clowns are pretty dumb. Faeries are much better. As such, Oberon’s set of purple-blood psychic powers manifest around these, as well as the fairly noticeable purple wings on his back. Oberon is one of several known trolls on Alternia to have a naturally developed and functional set of butterfly wings. (These are almost certainly a genetic mutation, but Oberon prefers to boast that it’s the Fae’s way of rewarding him for his future lifetime of devotion.) One will also notice that his right hand is abnormally coloured pure black; this is a physical side-effect of his particular brand of chucklevoodoo/ancient faerie magic. It’s probably dangerous. Oberon doesn’t especially care.
See a cool picture of Oberon here.
History: Like most young trolls, Oberon was the one who picked the exact details of his hive, and the lusus was the one who picked the area – and like all trolls of his blood, the only limitation that Fairfather gave him was, “Stay near the shoreline.” Fascinated by the constant rumbling and streaks of light across the sky, Oberon selected his own spot to start building his awesome hive (it was going to be a tower, at Fairfather’s suggestion). When he was older, and learned what the lights and sounds actually were, he was really beginning to regret living there – but there was no way that Fairfather would let him leave, so he made the best of it. At around four and a half sweeps Oberon began introducing advanced technology into his hive, which before that had been stuck more or less in a troll equivalent of the late 1800s. Fairfather bellyached, but he didn’t care. It was at that point that Oberon got his first computer and connected to the wide world of the Internet.
Because of the unique circumstances of his hive, Oberon’s internet dies with relative frequency; he’s already poured an alarming amount of boondollars into strengthening the connection in the storms, and without those, it simply wouldn’t work at all. As such, he has to make do with spotty connectivity issues, which are going to make life pretty bad for him when the game starts. If his Net cuts out at any point, well… who knows what’ll happen?
Traits:
+ In general, Oberon is a reasonable and polite kid who hopes for the best and plans for the worst, being both idealistic and realistic. He always tries to be mindful of his manners – faerie overlords are meant to be calm, powerful masterminds, after all, not senseless berserkers. He’s a little uncomfortable with the ‘evil’ part of the faerie king job description, which has only recently been introduced to him by his lusus, so his natural disposition is much closer to a chivalrous Knight.
+ Also, as a passive result of his Dream powers, Oberon is highly persuasive in a supernatural and mundane way. If he wanted to, he could make others see his point of view using the Dreamy Thing, which he calls his glamour – but he dislikes using it for malicious reasons, due to being a Knight. (He fails hilariously at using it to attract people physically to him, though; many a crush has been turned off forever by hs awkward faerie shenanigans.) Oberon prefers to use his powers for good. He places a lot of value in goals and aspirations, and is one of those people who absolutely refuses to give up or compromise his values… and he dislikes it when others do it, too, making him extremely gifted at Motivational Speeches.
+ Oberon has remarkable temperance and thoughtfulness for one of his blood. Quite naturally, without the use of drugs or other substances, he is a remarkably calm and sensible individual where other purplebloods would be killing and smashing everything. Despite not being especially book-smart, he still has a level head and is great at strategizing. This is because he has been taught from a young age by Fairfather to hold himself like a fae, not a bloodthirsty killer troll – calm, silent, calculating, and when he’s old enough to keep it up, always smiling. (He’s not old enough yet, but he likes to practice.)
– On the other hand, there is one point where Oberon suddenly loses all of his logic, and that is when conversation breaches the topic of faeries. He is dead-set in his beliefs, here, despite the fact that in reality they don’t actually exist. His wings are just a genetic anomaly. His ‘black-handed faerie powers’ are just chucklevoodoo that he chose to interpret incorrectly from his lusus’ influence. When these faith are compromised, then he busts out his highblood fury – like most of his purple kin, Oberon is a charming young troll capable of being terrible.
– Oberon is very deeply interested in truth. As mentioned before, he is a logical troll, but constantly has the feeling in the back of his head that something is unbalanced – so, subconsciously, he compensates for that by allowing nothing less than absolute truth to surround him. This insistence clashes a lot with his inherent powers as the Knight of Dream, which he tries to reject at every opportunity; and, of course, it also clashes with the fact that much of his life has been built around a religion that doesn’t actually exist, perpetuated by a lusus who just loves messing with the minds of young trolls.
– Oberon has one secret he would kill to keep: he frequently engages in arguments with his dreamselves. The three of them do not get along at all, and though he would never admit it, Oberon is very scared of both of them. The Prospit Dreamself is a thoughtless, romantic Knight, who gallivants around Prospit being a helpful hero of light; Oberon is of the opinion that he doesn’t think at all, and will get himself killed when something bad actually happens. The other is the winged Faerie King that his lusus wants him to be, having overtaken the Throne of Derse and ruling the place with an iron fist. Certainly, this is the one that scares him more, but the rush of absolute dominance over a whole dream-country of subjects unnerves him just as much. The arguments themselves are written; he has entire drawers full of angry notes he has sent to them, and the dreamselve have countless angry notes they sent to him too. The Derse Dreamself always goes to the effort of sealing them in fancy envelopes before opening them himself to read aloud. (The Derse Dreamself is a bit of a jerk.)
(Her Imperious Condescension.)