Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20190520010051/@comment-27661770-20190529135302

(okay uh: homestuck warning.

Name: Ysmael Ahabus

Age: 19 in human years.

Gender: Male

Appearance: He's an Alternian. What this means is, by biology he has gray skin, yellow eyes (with irises of his blood color due to near-adulthood and being a lowblood), clawed fingers, and horns that have a color scheme similar to candy corn. Ysmael in specific is a limeblood- a banned blood color in the Alternian Empire. His horns seem almost like double helixes. The helix narrows as it approaches the top, but never fuses. The corkscrew twists that comprise the helix also thin out. He has short black hair and due to... circumstances, he has a reddish-pink device integrated into the back of his head- a psion blocker, inhibiting his powers given to him by his blood color and reducing him to essentially a normal troll. He prefers a gray hoodie and similarly colored pants. Underneath this hoodie is a shirt with the sign of Cetus (the sea monster/whale). This sign is also- as of waking in Hell- drawn on his back in lime paint. He wears rounded glasses.

Personality: In life, Ysmael was mostly reserved, preferring to keep to himself. He was cold to most, save for the few who broke that shell. To them he was a warm and jovial person, and a few knew he was a large nerd for Junji Ito. However, death... brings some of that away. He's still reserved, but finds it easier to socialize when he knows that there's... no one left to really oppress him unequally. Death, though, has given him mild depression over "wasting my life" and as such he will try to regain the childhood he- and so many others- never got to have.

Bio: His life is a tale of miracles. It was a miracle he survived the caverns. It was a miracle he survived without a lusus. It was a miracle he madce friends. It was a miracle he made it to eight sweeps. It was a miracle.

But eventually, luck runs out. Telekinesis strong enough to crumple a man into a ball, and controlled enough to keep your blood circulating in your body no matter how much you should bleed, won't help you when the Battleship Condescension lands and the Empress herself strikes you down.

It doesn't help you when they place a device to rid you of it on your head.

It doesn't help you when you wind up with a double-ended trident punching through your ribcage.

It doesn't help you.

And so he winds up here. Never having been able to really... be who he was.

He carries the blood of hundreds on his hands. Remorse does not mean repentance.

And it's hard to repent for what you had to do to survive. Easy to feel guilt over it, hard to swear to take it back.

Franchise: Normally hails from the Homestuck universe. Earns his way here because he's had to kill hundreds to survive as long as he did.

Extra: Without his telekinesis, he's significantly more manageable. In addition, he only uses a knife and is new to these school grounds.

He only lasted in his caves so long because he knew all the nooks and crannies, all the places to hide.)