Strengths: ♊ Intelligence. Sollux has an understanding of many advanced topics such as technology and beekeeping (it takes a lot to keep them alive, okay), and he picks up on new things quickly.
♊ Nerdism. He plays video games virtually all the time, and even if Fiduspawn (basically his world’s Pokémon) was never his absolute favorite, he is a fan when no one else is looking. Since he has virtually no social life outside of the Internet, he will phase well from controlling a Trainer on a computer screen to being one himself.
♊ Independence. Trolls do not have parents; instead, they have creatures called lusii to raise them. Sollux’s lusus was… well, useless, because of its size and lack of intelligence, so he had no choice but to chain it to the top of his apartment building. This means that Sollux essentially raised himself, and in fact took responsibility for feeding and caring for his lusus while most trolls have their lusii do all that for them.
Weaknesses:
♊ Mental instability. As you can see, Sollux has a lot of… problems. He’s not really good at working through them. He is also very bitter at the bad luck he’s had throughout his life – his lusus, his powers, his general perceived shittiness, etc.
♊ City slicker. Sollux’s caste generally lived in New York City-style, extremely industrialized settlements, and so did he. Actual wilderness is a foreign concept for him, which will be an obvious problem for a traveling Trainer.
♊ Extremely out of shape. Another big obstacle towards Trainerdom. Sollux is an eat-nothing, do-nothing type of guy; he has spent practically his entire life inside on the computer, and consumes very little calories. Furthermore, Sollux uses his psionics to do many things, in lieu of the physical alternative. If he needs to get something from across the room, he zaps it over; if he needs to reach a high place, he doesn’t have to get a ladder, just fly himself up there. Even just walking is too much of a strain for him, apparently, since he seems to float everywhere instead. Too bad he doesn’t have his powers anymore. Whoops!
♊ Lisp. This is hardly a ‘weakness’, but Sollux does have some really awkward double vampire fangs on his teeth, and this makes him unable to pronounce S sounds properly; they come out more like TH. For example, ‘thith ith thtupid’ (this is stupid) or ‘Tholluckth Captor’ (Sollux Captor). Pokémon Information Affiliation: Sollux will be a Trainer. Starter: He’ll start off with a Baltoy. Password: Raspberry Lemonade.
Samples First Person Sample:
good one, ed. you've done iit. you've fuckiing done iit. ii don't know how, but you actually 2ucceeded iin doiing 2omethiing of moderate 2kiill and iimportance. your 2hiitty whiite magiic ha2 fiinally be2ted the great 2ollux captor. great job. now, GET ME THE FUCK OUT.
[Sollux takes a moment to collect his thoughts again before typing. Now that he’s petted Eridan’s ego and demolished it in the same keystroke, he can focus on actually getting the fuck out. Because if the nautical nookstain really was responsible for this, he wouldn’t be sending help any time soon.]
ok. 2o for anyone out there who ii2n't a monumental triibute two the 2eadwelliing god of a22wiipe2. kk, ff, fuck tz or kn even. anyone. where the fuck are we? what happened two my horn2? and what ii2 thii2 liittle floatiing thiing?
Third Person Sample: When Sollux had last went to sleep, it had been against a cracked wall, with dull yellow blood spilling from his mouth. When he woke up, he was not against any wall (cracked or otherwise), and he wasn’t bleeding – and, for that matter, Sollux realized dimly that he wouldn’t be spilling yellow for much longer either.
But, oh god… it was so quiet. Couldn’t he just lie here forever? If he moved, they might come back. He didn’t want them to come back… but then, someone shouted up at him from a place unseen, and he decided that maybe it would be better to get out of here before someone jump-attacked him for sleeping in their presence or something stupid like that.
The boy pushed himself up, surprised at the lack of give in the thing under him. It was a square, squishy and warm from his body heat – not uncomfortable, but not what he was used to, either. The block around him was unfamiliar; it definitely wasn’t the meteor. There was almost no metal anywhere, and the wires usually streaming throughout the ceiling and walls were also absent. Most distressing. Sollux went to pull the fabric over his body, but noticed with a start that there was something wrong with his arm. Very wrong. It was too pink, too fleshy.
Suddenly wasting no time with looking around, Sollux threw the blanket violently off of him and rushed across the room to the mirror on the other side. What gaped back at him was a boy, a human boy, with messy black hair and eyes that couldn’t seem to decide whether they were red or blue – the right eye was the cooler color, the left eye was warm. But, Sollux noticed, and this was obviously very important… his teeth were still there. All of them. Including the giant ones.
“Well, shit,” Sollux said experimentally, and confirmed what he had been thinking. Yup, lisp secured.
The yelling continued from a nearby staircase, so Sollux dressed clumsily – his old clothes were sitting on the floor, thank god they still fit – and descended. There was a human adult (or, what he thought was a human adult; why was she so short?) standing about halfway across the room, babbling more at you about some ‘big day’ that was happening.
“Who the fuck are you?” he interrupted.
Her demeanor changed immediately, and she began scolding him for using that kind of language to his mother – whatever that was. Was that her name? Mother? Whatever. Sollux decided he didn’t want to find out, so he ignored the suddenly-indignant woman and walked outside, putting on his trusty glasses as he did so. Maybe someone out there would have more answers than the psycho he’d met here?
2/2 (I feel like I should have linked this just for length)
♊ Intelligence. Sollux has an understanding of many advanced topics such as technology and beekeeping (it takes a lot to keep them alive, okay), and he picks up on new things quickly.
♊ Nerdism. He plays video games virtually all the time, and even if Fiduspawn (basically his world’s Pokémon) was never his absolute favorite, he is a fan when no one else is looking. Since he has virtually no social life outside of the Internet, he will phase well from controlling a Trainer on a computer screen to being one himself.
♊ Independence. Trolls do not have parents; instead, they have creatures called lusii to raise them. Sollux’s lusus was… well, useless, because of its size and lack of intelligence, so he had no choice but to chain it to the top of his apartment building. This means that Sollux essentially raised himself, and in fact took responsibility for feeding and caring for his lusus while most trolls have their lusii do all that for them.
Weaknesses:
♊ Mental instability. As you can see, Sollux has a lot of… problems. He’s not really good at working through them. He is also very bitter at the bad luck he’s had throughout his life – his lusus, his powers, his general perceived shittiness, etc.
♊ City slicker. Sollux’s caste generally lived in New York City-style, extremely industrialized settlements, and so did he. Actual wilderness is a foreign concept for him, which will be an obvious problem for a traveling Trainer.
♊ Extremely out of shape. Another big obstacle towards Trainerdom. Sollux is an eat-nothing, do-nothing type of guy; he has spent practically his entire life inside on the computer, and consumes very little calories. Furthermore, Sollux uses his psionics to do many things, in lieu of the physical alternative. If he needs to get something from across the room, he zaps it over; if he needs to reach a high place, he doesn’t have to get a ladder, just fly himself up there. Even just walking is too much of a strain for him, apparently, since he seems to float everywhere instead. Too bad he doesn’t have his powers anymore. Whoops!
♊ Lisp. This is hardly a ‘weakness’, but Sollux does have some really awkward double vampire fangs on his teeth, and this makes him unable to pronounce S sounds properly; they come out more like TH. For example, ‘thith ith thtupid’ (this is stupid) or ‘Tholluckth Captor’ (Sollux Captor).
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Sollux will be a Trainer.
Starter: He’ll start off with a Baltoy.
Password: Raspberry Lemonade.
Samples
First Person Sample:
good one, ed.
you've done iit.
you've fuckiing done iit.
ii don't know how, but you actually 2ucceeded iin doiing 2omethiing of moderate 2kiill and iimportance.
your 2hiitty whiite magiic ha2 fiinally be2ted the great 2ollux captor.
great job.
now, GET ME THE FUCK OUT.
[Sollux takes a moment to collect his thoughts again before typing. Now that he’s petted Eridan’s ego and demolished it in the same keystroke, he can focus on actually getting the fuck out. Because if the nautical nookstain really was responsible for this, he wouldn’t be sending help any time soon.]
ok.
2o for anyone out there who ii2n't a monumental triibute two the 2eadwelliing god of a22wiipe2.
kk, ff, fuck tz or kn even.
anyone.
where the fuck are we?
what happened two my horn2?
and what ii2 thii2 liittle floatiing thiing?
Third Person Sample: When Sollux had last went to sleep, it had been against a cracked wall, with dull yellow blood spilling from his mouth. When he woke up, he was not against any wall (cracked or otherwise), and he wasn’t bleeding – and, for that matter, Sollux realized dimly that he wouldn’t be spilling yellow for much longer either.
But, oh god… it was so quiet. Couldn’t he just lie here forever? If he moved, they might come back. He didn’t want them to come back… but then, someone shouted up at him from a place unseen, and he decided that maybe it would be better to get out of here before someone jump-attacked him for sleeping in their presence or something stupid like that.
The boy pushed himself up, surprised at the lack of give in the thing under him. It was a square, squishy and warm from his body heat – not uncomfortable, but not what he was used to, either. The block around him was unfamiliar; it definitely wasn’t the meteor. There was almost no metal anywhere, and the wires usually streaming throughout the ceiling and walls were also absent. Most distressing. Sollux went to pull the fabric over his body, but noticed with a start that there was something wrong with his arm. Very wrong. It was too pink, too fleshy.
Suddenly wasting no time with looking around, Sollux threw the blanket violently off of him and rushed across the room to the mirror on the other side. What gaped back at him was a boy, a human boy, with messy black hair and eyes that couldn’t seem to decide whether they were red or blue – the right eye was the cooler color, the left eye was warm. But, Sollux noticed, and this was obviously very important… his teeth were still there. All of them. Including the giant ones.
“Well, shit,” Sollux said experimentally, and confirmed what he had been thinking. Yup, lisp secured.
The yelling continued from a nearby staircase, so Sollux dressed clumsily – his old clothes were sitting on the floor, thank god they still fit – and descended. There was a human adult (or, what he thought was a human adult; why was she so short?) standing about halfway across the room, babbling more at you about some ‘big day’ that was happening.
“Who the fuck are you?” he interrupted.
Her demeanor changed immediately, and she began scolding him for using that kind of language to his mother – whatever that was. Was that her name? Mother? Whatever. Sollux decided he didn’t want to find out, so he ignored the suddenly-indignant woman and walked outside, putting on his trusty glasses as he did so. Maybe someone out there would have more answers than the psycho he’d met here?