Eridan Ampora

Name: Rose

Contact: AIM: kakarikarose

Age: 22

Current characters: N/A

 

 

Name: Eridan Ampora

Fandom: Homestuck

History link: http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Eridan_Ampora

Age: 6 solar sweeps (Probably around 13, closer to 14 by human standards)

Canon point: After his death

 

Personality: For trolls, the higher on the hemospectrum one is the more prone they are to violence and instability. Eridan being a sea dweller and thus having the second highest blood there is SHOULD be a prime example of that. At first one would think he is. Eridan possesses a sharp mind and an obsession with genocide, wishing to wipe out all land dwellers and spending most of his time growing up amassing weapons and tools of destruction just to accomplish this task. He's the type who's stuck up, enjoying reading about famous conquerors and their exploits and learning as much as he can from them in order to put up his own appearance of being such an awesome badass. His complete failure to actually succeed or even go through with these plans however completely kill the purpose and no one takes him seriously about it.

 

He's considered by others to be a massive douchebag, and lives up to the reputation without giving a single fuck what they say. He's ROYALTY and it's only natural that others be below him and bow to his wishes. Even when they hardly give him the time of day. He considers himself more regal and sophisticated than the measly land dwelling scum but really, he's a bit of a drama queen. Theatrics is one of his biggest passions, going out of his way to make a big deal out of nothing and once he's brushed off just huffing over it and bitching with that 'greater than thou' mentality. Despite that though, one of the people he opens up the most to is not only a land dweller but also the lowest blood as it's not even on the spectrum. Of course, Eridan didn't know this at first but it didn't change when he found out either. Despite his tough guy attitude he's very emotional under the surface but even that's never taken seriously. Because despite everything he says, Eridan happens to contradict himself at every turn.

 

The only thing he loves more than the idea of genocide and armageddon for land dwellers is wizards and magic, even to the point of having a fridge full of shitty fake wands and wizard statues decorating his bedroom. But even loving it so much, he's HIGHLY adamant when it comes to pointing out that magic is FAKEY FAKEY FAKE. Even seeing it with his own eyes being wielded by Rose he refuses to believe it's real and thinks she's stupid for believing in it. And even still, there's that little bit of contradiction showing when he demands she tell him her secrets. Probably because he wants to learn to do it himself because he loves magic so much. Though even when he DOES get his own powerful working wand, he refuses to call it magic and declares it his SCIENCE wand. Because magic is fake and stupid.

 

He's also damn near impossible to reason with, another reason why no one really likes dealing with him. Once he's set his mind on something he's too stubborn and full of himself to admit he's wrong or change his opinion in even the slightest bit. The magic thing is one example of him being stupidly dedicated to his beliefs even when there's glaring evidence against them, another was one that was a keystone in his eventual downfall. Every planet had imps that were meant to be killed and then the resident NPCs of the planet which were meant to help and guide the player. Eridan however, was convinced his angel NPCs were against him and were always angry so he spent almost all of his time killing them off. Even when he talks to Karkat and asks him why no one ever visits his planet, Karkat yells at him it's because all he does all the time is kill angels when they did nothing wrong. He sticks to his defense that they're just so angry and clearly a threat, even not listening when Karkat points out they're probably angry because he keeps KILLING THEM.

 

Another contradicting aspect is that despite the fact that he hates all land dwellers and sees them below him, he just can't seem to stop hitting on damn near all of them. But in that regard as well, he can never quite make up his mind. Trolls have a special and highly complicated romance quadrant system ( http://mspaintadventures.wikia.com/wiki/Troll_Relationships ) based off of the main emotions of hate and pity, but Eridan can never seem to stick to one quadrant for someone. When it came to being black with Vriska and pale with Feferi, both cases ended badly because of his attitude and behaviors and in both instances he flipped from what he was supposed to be feeling for them to feeling flushed. There are very few who are spared from Eridan's advances and most just brush him off completely and turn him down hard.

 

One thing he's most proud of and has no issues flaunting is his royal status, which really just makes him incredibly vain and image concious. He wears a ridiculous amount of guady gold and amethyst rings, always keeps his hair styled and dyed perfectly and thinks his cloths make him look totally cool. And his confidence is enough to make him believe he IS cool, despite the fact that everyone else thinks he's a bit of a tool. Because there is no universe where walking around dressed in striped pants, a cape and a scarf and wearing glasses can be considered any form of the word cool. It just comes off as a hipster douchebag, which is what he really is.

 

Despite all of his attitude and theatrics, he really is more lonely than he likes to admit most of the time. But because of how he is, no one ever takes him seriously. He's poured out his feelings to Karkat (always looking for relationship advice and sometimes hitting on him in the process) and Kanaya (the pseudo "mother" figure of the group), telling them it's lonely and its hard being a kid growing up and no one understands. So it's no real surprise that a genocidal douche dumped, ignored and generally treated like shit eventually snapped under all the pressure. After all, he is just a kid. A kid who would be a prime example of that one kid in class who'd finally taken so much shit they decided to bring a gun to school and show everyone just why they shouldn't be picked on. Which essentially is what he did.

 

The highblood instability shows best when he's pushed to his brink, normally having more self control and able to brush things off without a care. But when combined with his stubborn "I'm always right" attitude and the girl who dumped him and practically flaunted her new relationship in his face turning against him when he's doing something HE thinks is the right and safest choice (even when it's completely stupid and suicidal and will get all of them killed), the breaking point of his self control was met. However, he's not completely heartless. Even when snapped, he only attacked the ones who attacked him, not even bothering to look at Karkat who was in the room watching the whole thing when he killed two of them and left the other blinded and injured.

 

Which is another thing about Eridan and proves that he's serious about relationships that he's after. Sollux attacked him just as fiercely as Feferi and Kanaya did, but he had no connection to the two girls (any longer) and killed them without even hesitating. Sollux however he had been pursuing for quite some time trying to get into a black relationship with him. And the biggest rule when it comes to kismessisitude is that no matter how fierce the fights and rivalry gets, you don't under any circumstance kill your kismessis. 

 

Tough and stubborn he might be, but even Eridan knows when he's completely and totally fucked. He's not stupid enough to be cocky in the face of something too much for him to handle, but his courage drains completely when it happens and he becomes frozen to the spot. Such as was the case when Kanaya came back to life as a vampire and was clearly rampaging for revenge, sawing him in half after breaking the wand she made for him and then mixing his blood with her lipstick as she put it on.

 

Because of his stubbornness, waking up in and being stuck in Pleasantville didn't do much to change his attitude. At least, not that he'd be willing to admit. Being alive again was one thing, but with it came time and more time that could only be spent reflecting on his own actions. And as much as he refuses to admit he was in the wrong, he feels the guilt from betraying the trolls that were supposed to be his friends. Eridan doesn't let himself dwell too much on that though, because it was THEIR fault for ignoring him in the first place and none of that would have happened if they had just listened to him. Even when looking back after the first couple years, he knows they were right in trying to stop him from doing something so stupid. Which to him and his stubborn as hell attitude comes right back around to the fact that he wouldn't have even thought of something like that if they hadn't left him all alone to think it over for so long in the first place. No matter how much time passes, he refuses to be the one fully at fault.

 

His theatrics mellowed out just a bit, because really there's no use using them when there's an audience who can't even appreciate it. Most of his time was spent hauled up in the library, going over human history books and military accounts and seeing if the inferior race had something to offer him in terms of knowledge that he hadn't already gotten from troll history. While he didn't find anything new, there were enough similarities and odd differences that were enough to pacify him and hold his interest. And when he wasn't reading up on Caesar or Napoleon, he was in the fiction section hoarding books of a certain wizard with a scar much similar to his horns.

 

Four years is a long time though, especially when you're an alien being raised by deranged adult humans. The idea of "Vegas" intrigued him, something to look forward to as anything could be better than this hell and he actually began counting down the days until he was released and sent somewhere else. But in that time he'd read his favorite books in the library so many times that they tended to get old when he knew the words before they came up. It got to the point with some of them where he could just lay back on his pile, close his eyes and go over the book in his mind from front to back. It was at that point he realized he needed a hobby. And in such a shitty place, building model ships really was the only thing he could think of. Building them and then setting them up in a little kiddy pool to do battle in an epic tale of pirates and wizards. Because those things totally go together and fuck all the other kids who laughed at him for it. They don't know true art and genius when they see it. Even when he was seventeen and hitting right over six feet, there's no such thing as being too old for awesome stories of bloody campaigns to take over inferior assholes. 

 

 

+ Sylladex: an inventory system commonly used in his world that contains two decks of cards, Captchalogue Deck for storing regular items and the Strife Deck for storing weapons that are equipped.

+ Sea dweller troll: can breath and speak naturally underwater.

+ Troll in general: has thicker skin than humans and thus a higher tolerance to pain along with being faster and stronger than a human.

+ Highblood troll: Able to lose mass amounts of blood without dying.

+ Highly proficient with both rifles and wands in battle.

+ Extensive knowledge about military battle tactics and strategies.

+ Prince of Hope: has the ability to destroy hope in others.

 

 

Prose sample: That moment when you realize you've been looking forward to an escape when there was really nothing but another dry aquarium to be tossed into. Of course he'd known Vegas wouldn't have a beach, he'd already asked the women who served as his lusus about that and moped about the possibility of never seeing the ocean again. But there was something about having it confirmed once he was there that just makes it suck so much harder. Sitting in the alley reading over the brochure, Eridan really wasn't sure just what the fuck to make of this whole thing. On one hand, it was better than being dead and stuck all alone in those damn dream bubbles and it was a fuckload better than being stuck in that hell he'd been in for the last couple... sweeps? Years? How the fuck were sweeps even calculated without the Alternian seasons to go by? Fuck it, he'd been around humans for so long that he'd already resigned himself to their terms and conditions as there's really no other choice. 

 

And honestly? After being around human females for so damn long he'd gladly stay in a place that was only males. From what he'd learned in his books humans have that weird thing where only a male and a female can reproduce a spawn so it's probably in Loki's best interest to keep them separated anyways. God knows no one wants a shitton of little wrigglers running around getting in the way. Also part of him was secretly comforted by the knowledge that he'd never have to deal with Fef or Kan in this place. That was one thing he wasn't quite ready to deal with and didn't plan to anytime soon. Fef because there were just too many mixed feelings over the matter and Kan because.. Well, quite frankly she scared the ever loving fuck out of him now. Having a scar from being sawed in half kind of does that to a person, even a troll as awesome as him. (He didn't even want to know where the scar on his neck that looked suspiciously like decapitation had come from but was just glad he wasn't alive for that one.)

 

A glance over his sylladex only confirmed what he'd already read. There was jack shit in there aside from that pile of shitty wands. Because really, who the hell would want a bunch of useless sticks? Eridan flipped the pages of the little pamphlet almost idly, bored and not nearly as impressed as this Loki guy apparently thought he should be. The only thing that really caught his interest was the Library and even then he doubted they had any books that he didn't already read in that boring as shit last place. Though maybe picking up a few smut books would help...

 

A slow grin came to his face at the thought, because there wasn't anything really bad about this place. Pailing for a living? Part of him knew he should probably be indignant or something over the matter but all he could feel was mild excitement and curiosity. The only disgust came from the fact that this place was probably packed with humans and nothing else but there had to be a way around that, right? He'd already looked over some science books to figure out their anatomy and while it was different from trolls, it would still be manageable enough to work with. But sadly, said science books were just that. Science. No real explanation about what got these humans off in the first place, if they were different from trolls or had any weak spots to take advantage of. He was royalty and he would be damned if he didn't try to live like it in this shitty place as he was denied in the other. If there was a way he sure as fuck had the will. Possibly acquiring a few quadrants along the way was just a bonus. A bonus he was already looking forward to. These fucking humans should be waiting in line to be graced with his presence, but as there isn't any real information flow between the two prisons he could excuse them for not knowing of his arrival in advanced. Clearly though it was something that needed to be changed.

 

Tossing all the crap included in Loki's little gift package into his sylladex, Eridan dusted himself off before making his way out of the alley. After all, first appearances were always most important and he had to make sure he was at his best should anyone walk by. Confidence and power, things everyone should look up to and admire. If there was one thing he was most proud of though, it was the fact that in those same science books he had learned that there's a good chance he would be taller than most humans he came across and that just made things so much sweeter. There is always a certain satisfaction in looking down on those less worthy. Tall, gorgeous and looking like he owned the fucking world with a dramatic sweep of his cape as he turned the corner. Hell yes. Hell fucking yes. He was /so/ going to rock this place. 

 

 

 

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