HS oc : Adelin Pocard

Contact Information: Itachiskitten on Skype ; gallowsYoungster on Pesterchum
Previous Characters: none

Name: Adelin Pocard
Screenname: gallowsYoungster
Age: roughly 6 sweeps 15 in human years
Gender: Female
Species: Troll ; lime green coloured blood
Siblings/Relations: none

Occupation:

What could possibly be considered an occupation tends to be more of a habit. Thanks to her land being based off of shallow water and marshy land she likes to tend to vegetation and rearrange plants as well as playing with mosses in the shallow water. Every few days or so she'll tend to get bored of the sprouts and plants as well as where they are currently located. Instead of destroying everything she tends to dig things up and move them about until the new layout appeals to her. This habit results in her taking an appeal in digging and burying as well as designing massive mazes of plants.
She also likes to go looking for sand coloured mud and hoard it in jars. Don't be too surprised to find massive jars lying around in her room full of sandy mud. The only benefit from this sand is to throw at anyone she wants to irritate or is irritating her.
Of course, she also likes to mess with wires where she probably isn't needed or probably shouldn't. It's a sort of knack for reprogramming and rewiring mechanics and such. She can't build something, but she can reprogram it.


Powers/Abilities:
She bares a super photo graphic memory and unnatural flexibility. While she lacks intensive physical strength she makes up for it by being able to remember anything and everything she sees as if witnessing it again on a film reel which makes for her to be key as a source of information. This ability also leans towards her learning quickly and predicting movements from others. Being able to judge movements from others helps to tell her when to duck, dodge, and dive out of the way to move to more manageable fighting points.
Her flexibility also tends to help her where she lacks physical strength and perception of others movements. While her agility may be slow at times she can still use it to her advantage to move freely in order to dodge an attack or an object. Bending backwards to a certain degree and being able to bend forward quickly without tripping. She has fairly decent balance.
She also has an eye for picking out code errors and a talent for reprogramming certain things such as most games, computers, clocks, and various other things. She's also tried her hand at robotics but isn't the best at making them, only rewiring their hard-drives.

Flaws/Weaknesses:
She lacks physical strength which which tends to slow down her attack rate and movement on her feet.
Her eyesight also tends to be fairly poor when perceiving speed and cannot pin point someone or something if it's fast on it's feet or fast in general. This tends to push her to blind attack or curling up into a ball and having a nervous break down.
Her predictability can also be intercepted if her opponent knows of this. If the opponent doesn't hesitate more than a few seconds then she'll assume they would do the thing they were going to only to be proven wrong.
Can easily be distracted as she tends to catalogue things. If something is thrown into her face like cloth, pillows, papers, books, ect, she will exceedingly distracted and become involved in whatever was thrown at her.
Obsessive and excited about most things ; rarely turns things down unless it's a fight where she doesn't believe anything to be a threat.
Also lacks the ability to build things unless it revolves around gardening such as trellis' and pots or archways. But if an opportunity to rewire or reprogram something arises, she can't turn down the offer or the opportunity.

Likes:
Birds
Plants and mud
slime pies
Drawing and artsy things
Gaming
Reprograming / Rewiring
Solving code problems / solving puzzles

Dislikes:
Loud and sudden noises
Arguing about a piece of information
The swaying of objects from side to side (imitating that of a grandfather clock or a gallows rope )
Being made fun of for lack of powers
Being forced into a fight where she doesn't feel threatened
Having to try and build something

Appearances:
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Background (8-9 decent length sentences):
Adelin was raised by a lusus representing a duck with sharp, narrow wing bones and rather observational eyes. The duck was a large one to the point that when she was five sweeps old she was finally able to actually lift the large bird let alone carry it for a distance. Living with the duck and its influences with its location of marshlands and low to the ground foliage caused her hive to be built on muddy land. As she grew and learned, she showed great interest in knowing more than what was presented to her. Thus she took up the habit of digging and obtained great interest in her foliage. So she studied and learned about the plant and creature life around her hive as well as taking interest in a few objects. One of which was a long staffed sickle used primarily for cutting grasses. She bore a tendency to get covered in guck and dirt, not really caring about hygiene while outside. Adelin went on boundless searches for information as well as endless quests of rearranging the landscape outside her hive. The young troll couldn't handle the sight of the same thing for more than a few days and restlessness would then take over and cause her to go out and dig up plants; moving them to different areas along with rocks. Her lusus promoted this behaviour, liking new 'settings' every few days or so and this kept it from getting upset and constantly quacking and hissing about.
As she grew older she took more of an interest in gaming and drawing to keep her attention withdrawn from messing with the plants only because finding new information was becoming a little futile. When those things couldn't keep her mind she would start building mazes from bushes and such usually working close to the hive and gradually gaining distance. All this resulted in was taking great interest in solving puzzles such as mazes to find her way back home. However she learned flexibility on her own time when she was too lazy to take care of some vines and plant-life that grew in her hive, becoming a little overgrown. The troll didn't really want to harm the overgrowth but would keep it in check enough to make it fun for her to weave through it without it taking over her hive.
With all of the learning and gaming, she's grown accustomed to technology and seems to understand a little bit of hacking here and there. Although the majority of her time is spent trying to mess around outside with plants and socializing with her lusus who seems to enjoy her flattery very much. Even when she calls it , "Duck Daddy Poo".
When she isn't doing any of these she found a new interest which evolved more around her gaming and techno-logic life than anything else. She learned how to solve code errors as her computer tends to have them often. She became more interested in these as it was a sort of puzzle to solve, like finding your way through a maze. After a while of this she decided to put herself through some research. The young troll wanted to learn how to rewire her computer to maybe fix this code error problem. While she did learn how to rewire and reprogram things, her computer still has error codes. She's managed to turn one of her hand held games into a map and radar to track her location so if she did get lost she would at least know what was around her.

Personality:
Adelin Pocard is a rather playful spirit and tends to have moments of hyperactivity making her distracted and unable to really focus. Although when she isn't trying to scavenge for new information and facts she can become restless and slightly irritable if she's bored. While she appears to have a bit of patience and appear fairly timid or considerate she will quickly snap and show a terrible tempered side of her.
One way to get to her ill tempered side is to mimic the swaying of a gallows rope or a grandfather clock. If one keeps this action up for an extensive period of time it'll drive her to infuriated madness as she fears the idea of being hung or choked.
Another way to get to this side of her is to either break and spill one of her jars of sandy mud or to open it and throw some at her. She'll most likely throw a fit if anything.

Roleplay sample (avoid script format, either first person or story format, first person must be properly elaborated, 10-13 longer sentences in length):

Shoes sank into the thick mud, threatened to being trapped within the mucky soil. The yellow eyes looked up relieved at the hive before her covered in vines and mosses. A crooked fanged smile tugged at the trolls lips. Finally made it back to her hive after all of that re-planting of her new maze. Now all she needed was cleaner shoes, a good snack and a little nap. Then her smile faltered a little at the thought of her dear Duck Daddy Poo. With a hefty tug she pulled her foot free from the mud like a really strong suction cup and dragged her feet through the thick sludge and plants to find the lusus. After a little bit of searching she found him hiding behind some tall reeds and bushes in a new nest of his to keep off of the cool mud.

"Duck Daddy poo~" the troll cooed sweetly and trotted over, the mud splashing up onto her dark green pants. The great big bird looked up from where it sat, preening at its feathers to see the young troll it had been raising all these sweeps. It quacked in approval and she approached, giving it a big hug. Her arms barely managed to lock around its neck and breast. Pulling away she smiles broadly at it, complimenting him and his beauty making the duck lusus proud and raise his head with a cocky manner. Its watchful eyes didn't seem focused on her. The girls hand reached out to pat his neck but she stopped short when his feathers ruffled and he started hissing spitefully. His sharply angular, narrow wings opened and started to spread threateningly so she quickly withdrew her hand. "Daddy~?" She coos again confused by this manner. What had she done wrong? Surely nothing.

Upon turning around she realized now why it was hissing crudely. Some odd fowl like creatures again. These things just didn't go away did they? Well, these things sure looked like they imposed a threat so she uncaptchalogues her awesome weapon. A long staffed sickle combined with a long bladed scythe and feathers to create the 'Scythewing'. A long staff with a long blade on each end, both pointing in a clockwise direction and feathers worked into the ends. It was a heavier weapon which wasn't exactly her thing but it was convenient enough to continuously carry momentum and centrifuge to keep her backside and front side safe from her enemy.

"I wizh you didn't make me have to abzolutely need to f-fight you." Her voice was a little timid, the s' replaced with slurred z's and her f's were stuttered over in a slightly nervous fashion. When a few of the small crowd of creatures made a move she didn't hesitate to slice out at them. They were clearly bird-brained, having walked into that one as the Scythewing sliced through them with ease. A couple more were hesitant but they started to move forward. Impatient, she sloshed through the mud towards her targets and sliced an angled slash at them. One managed to dodge aside in time and the other wasn't as lucky. When she spun around to go after the one that had dodged, she found it absconding with its companions into the marshland growth. She only blinked after them quietly. Then followed was a shrug as she didn't bother to clean her blade and captchalogued her Scythewing. Oh well.

"Neh.. I'll zee them zome other f-finely f-feathered day. Right Duck Daddy poo?" Her smile returns as quickly as it had gone and her eyes regain a sense of admiration. After a soft coo from her lusus she pats it's soft feathers and scampers up into her hive. No use in wasting that useful time for eating! Oh wait. "Oh gog I need to check on my jarz firzt..check my trollian and then I can eat.." The young troll sighed and groaned, slumping forward a little and making her way up to her room where the floor was spotted with mud and a few feathers lay about. Looking around the room she glanced at all of the jars about the size of her abdomen that rest on shelves and stacked up on the floor in corners of the room. All of them were filled just below the brim with what looked like murky, muddy sand. She nodded to herself in content when none of them looked cracked or opened. Now to her computer. Walking over, sloshing into some mud along the way, she sat down on a large upside down pot in front of her computer and guided her mouse along to click on her trollian. No new messages. She breathes in relief. "Oh good. I didn't want to have to ztick around any longer. Im ztarving-"
Out the window. What is that? Her eyes catch onto the swaying movement of something. "Oh ffuck." Moving to stand in front of the window she glares out at the swaying bit of rope, threatening her, taunting her. Who did that rope think it was taunting her like that? Her eyes narrow and she opens her window, hopping out. "Oh." Not a good idea, she realizes, as she falls into a massive puddle of mud and sloshes about trying to pull out of it. Still, the rope taunts her. Growling some, mostly to herself she gets up and cautiously heads over to the rope. Afraid that the slightest touch would somehow make it wrap around her neck she started freaking out and immediatly began running in circles around it. "WHAT DO I DO?! OH GOG WHAT DO I DO?! IT'Z GOING TO KILL ME..!!"
To no success, she trips and falls into the mud again. The rope remained triumphant. Hanging loose from its rolled up strand hung onto a ledge. She'll let it have its triumph today. But she will get her revenge. Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow. For now though, her main goal is to get out of this puddle of mud she biffed it into. Wriggling around in it, she suddenly feels like one of those ridiculous purple squiddle plushes and as she wiggles more, she feels like she should be a little Grub again. So instead of embarrassing herself further, she rolls onto her back and lays in the nice warm mud.


artwork/ character (C)
Homestuck (C) Andrew Hussie