Vatheon application

☆ Player - - -

( Player Name ) : Devitas
( Personal DW ) : batatadesofa
( Age ) : 17
( Timezone ) : GMT
( Other Characters ) :
Amaimon ( demonicdiabetes ) | Ao No Exorcist

☆ Character - - -

( Character's Name ) : Kankri Vantas
( Character's Age ) : Physically 19, but has lived for an eternity.
( Series ) : Homestuck
( Canon Point ) : After the flash games.
( Playability ) : N/A

( History ) :
Kankri Vantas was part of the original group of sburb/sgrub players, the one that began all the clusterfuck that is Homestuck. They entered their session normally, Kankri’s role in it being the Seer of Blood, one that would not realize itself until after they scratched their session. Their session failed, as their group of players was consistently tormented by romantic dramas, lack of steady leadership and was all around a gigantic mess. The reckoning destroyed Skaia, and the trolls idled around on their session for around three sweeps, until Aranea Serket checked with Echidna, who told them they could scratch their session to allow for a rebooted group of players to attempt what they could not, at the cost of being eradicated from existence, and living totally different lives on the planet of Alternia, with no memories of their previous lives whatsoever. The group all gathered before the scratch took place, but a well timed bomb activated by Meenah Peixes blew them all up and killed them before they could simply vanish, and as such they were confined to the dream bubbles, where they have existed for an eternity.

( Personality ) :
There is surprisingly a lot to say about Kankri Vantas despite his short screen time. His most relevant characteristic, easily noted by anyone who stands anywhere near him for more than a minute is how long winded and generally irritating he is. It is not only an opinion shared generally because of his personality, but more because of the matters he insists on going on about. Kankri can go on about a long list of mostly trivial social justice issues, and it is what makes most people dislike his presence. He encounters “microagressions” in just about everything anyone might say, and insists people tag any content they might say or make public in any way whatsoever for the most far fetched things.

This behavior mostly shows how he sees himself, as a leader, and a “spiritual”, so to say, shepherd. He pictures himself as standing in a high moral standpoint, believing that in any given situation he is always right, and uses his social justice nonsense to validate himself before his team mates, grinding their brains with massive essays that can go on for days, thus preventing them from even going to the effort of rying to engage in a dialogue with him. He is shown to be aware of this, sometimes saying “essay” when he meant conversation, or “monologue” when he meant dialogue.

Despite all this “socially and politically correct behavior” from his part, he is shown to blatantly ignore and brush off issues that could be considered minimally relevant, unlike the matters he insists are essential so that civilization (read: a lot of dead ghosts, who are essentially replicas of the same person due to potentially infinite time lines) may “progress”. Such issues include women’s rights, a matter heavily defended (and well argumented, contrary to Kankri) by Porrim Maryam, his team mate who, as a female jade blood was brought into the world with the duty of looking after the mother grub. She herself had issues with this, and as such, she pushed away that duty and as a result of it she stands for women’s rights whereas Kankri overlooks them, stating that, since gender does not matter in troll reproduction, such issues are “petty” and he denominates them as “pet issues”.

This could be for two different reasons, both of which can prove to be true: One of them delves into the matter of it being an invalid subject, in his mind, and the other is simply because he possesses this need to “rebel” against Porrim, who constantly mothers him and has knitted his sweater for him. This could be seen as a parallel to a mother/son relationship, which was essentially seen in their post-scratch counterparts, the Dolorosa, Porrim’s counterpart and The Signless, Kankri’s counterpart, the later being raised from childhood to adulthood by her.

This could be interpreted as normal teenager behavior, even though he’s physically 19, and has lived for eternity, being a ghost living in a timeless environment. (meaning he has tormented his team mates with his social justice shenanigans for eons)

It shows when Porrim states he has some “grub sauce” on his sweater, which she has knitted for him, and he immediately lashes at her after she attempts to clean it up, stating it is fine as it is and that he never asked for the sweater in the first place, and that it obscured his pant line (judging from his post scratch self, he wears his pants extremely high up) and his nice belt, and that he had no interest in material possessions, be they Beforan, Alternian, or Earthly.

In an earlier conversation, he also implied Porrim was an overly sexually active person, (a “slut”, so to say) and the fact he thought that she was hitting on Karkat Vantas, his descendant/ancestor, made him uncomfortable due to the fact they looked identical, bringing up the matter of “human incest” and how in a way he understood it, claiming he could never imagine himself doing anything with Porrim, who has most likely undergone sexual relations with most, if not all of the other team members, which in a way confirms their mother/son relationship. It also ties in with Kankri’s claims of having taken a vow of chastity, presumably resulting in him still remaining a virgin, to follow through with his “monumental” task, which is pretty much spreading the most useless message throughout the afterlife.

Kankri’s social justice crusade does not stop at destroying other people’s ear drums, however. This is probably for the sake of humor within the story, and not an actual ability Kankri posesses, but he is shown as able to invade other people’s conversations even if he is not present physically, for the simple purpose of pointing someone out on their “mistakes” (within his crazy standards, of course), such as being offensive toward someone and that they needed to be patient, the someone in this case being Mituna Captor, or just to interrupt people before they cause any damage with extremely triggering things, and in one of these cases he did so with a whistle, indicating that he probably has used it on more than one occasion.

Back on the subject of Mituna, however, it links to another aspect of his personality that turns up the notch in his irritability meter. When telling Meenah he requires patience due to his problems, in the middle of all his unnerving social justice lingo he ends up being extremely rude to Mituna, insinuating his existence to be an opposition to the very notion of the progress of “civilization”, and he even insulting his helmet, even though he needed it to prevent getting hurt. This poisonous attitude of his was entrenched in his social justice blabber, however, indicating that he is so deep into the whole thing that he cares more about his crusade to spread awareness on issues that no one cares about than actually caring about someone that considers him a friend, ending up saying things that could be immensely hurtful for the sake of his “arguments.”

Not that there isn’t a good side to all this, though. Considering Cronus’ identification as “humankin” prompted a very sympathetic response from Kankri, who honestly could not figure out it was a cry for attention rather than “species dysphoria”, as he called it. He also told him that he had no business dating anyone that didn’t accept him for who he was, which may be one of the only good thing he has said so far during the short time of his appearance.

All in all, Kankri Vantas is what could be considered a grade A asshole. He is so focused and so determined on his quest for social justice, that he does not even begin to realize the consequences of his actions. He is overly elaborate in his speech and highly self centered, something that is an opposite to his social justice attitude, and as a result, he holds himself in a higher position than his team mates, which sometimes makes him come off as snotty and bratty in his attitudes, which transmit that he believes he is superior to everyone, and therefore it is his task and his task alone to further educate everyone in matters no one could even begin to care about.


( Strengths/Weaknesses ) :
Strengths:
Blabbermouth: No matter how much he speaks, he never hesitates or second guesses himself, or stops to breathe. He can literally speak for hours on end without a break.
Social Justice: Every million years, his affinity toward justice of the social persuasion may actually lead him to say something minimally correct and somehow comforting.
Verbose: Kankri’s speech is filled with needlessly elaborate terms and expressions, which he utilizes to make his already confusing speech needlessly more complicated.

Weaknesses:

Insensitive: Kankri puts all his needs for Social Justice validation ahead of being a person, so he may show himself as uncaring and cold toward anyone who might need some consolation, the only exception being if both of these overlap.

Poor Fashion Sense: Before wearing the sweater bestowed upon him by Porrim, he wore his pants all the way up to his chest. And he wore a belt with it.

Social Justice: He doesn’t care about nearly anything else other than spreading his shitty message of social justice, so be wary of tl;dr and most of all keep your privilege in check.



( Other Important Facts ) :
Plug your ears.

( Sample ) :

[ ...

.....

Huh?

... what?

... Why did he feel like he had blacked out, when such a thing should be deemed impossible when you’re already dead? The sensation all over his body is familiar, and yet long forgotten. He couldn’t exactly place it, having been so very long since he felt it for the last time...

... It couldn’t be. He laid there for what seemed like an eternity, but was in truth around three minutes, and with an effort that was previously seemingly unnoticeable, he opened his eyes slowly, his body laying stomach up on what seemed to be stone cold floor. Wait. Stone cold? Surely a dead phantasm could not feel heat, or lack of it, in that matter. He tried getting up, but his body was inexplicably heavy. Heavier than what he was used to, which was weightless. Being a projection of your dead self does take its toll on you. Gathering his forces for a moment, Kankri sat up, his eyes finally fully open, boasting a vivid orange sclera with red tinted irises.]

Ugh...

[ This was certainly more than odd. His clothes felt damp, and so did every other bit of him. The cold he felt from the breeze was one he had not felt in long rows of infinite sweeps, and the reality was slowly hitting him. He looked at a nearby puddle of water, his reflection plastered with his bright vivid eyes, the likes of which he had not seen in a very long time, at least not in this particular manner.

Holy crap.

He was alive. It was all obvious to him now, not only in his reflection. In a movement faster than lightning, he put his hand to his damp sweater, pressing with as much strength as he could muster toward his chest. His heart beat was there. There was blood flowing through his veins once more. Whilst being alive was nice again, because it’s always much better to be alive than dead under most circumstances, he did realize that he wasn’t anywhere he recognized. Perhaps a memory of one of the newest inhabitants of the dream bubbles? Beyond that, there wasn’t anywhere else that this place could be. In his immediate person, however, was something that resembled a starfish, but he decided to fiddle with it later, looking around a bit and spotting individuals he had never seen before, and that he was absolutely certain that were not from any group of players he was aware of. His mind was filled with possibilities as to what this place could be, but they suddenly came to a halt when he noticed the huge “Welcome to Vatheon.” banner on a building. Having rested for a bit, he managed to get himself on his feet, albeit shakily, breathing irregularly, as it was a thing he was not used to doing for eras upon eras, and walked himself over, snatching a brochure and reading it thoroughly.

Mhm.

Mhm.

Well. Talk about odd (and oppressive, while we’re at that) (TW:oppression). So he was alive, but not in the dream bubbles, nor in Beforus, nor in their home session. In a totally separate world. The thought of being alive and kicking again was nice, but before anything he had to get to the bottom of all this. If the SFC was what the brochure described, then he should be able to get his answers from there. He fiddled around with it, eventually discovering the video function and turned it on, anyone who might be watching suddenly faced with his bright, piercing crimson stare. ]

Good evening, “Vatheon.”

[ Cough cough. ]

It has come to my attention that my person, along with many others, has been abruptly and rudely ripped from his home world, in order to take residence here.

[ So far so good. ]

Whilst not delving into how oppressive and inconsiderate such an action could be interpreted as, which, to be quite frank, could trigger a healthy amount of entities sensitive to such brute actions without any form of consent, [ Tw: Lack of consent, kidnapping, abduction, forceful removal from realm of existence.] and that could possibly be endangering a good amount of individuals, given their personal singularities involving their way of life and their well being. In truth, a system of oppression already seems to be thoroughly and deeply established, given the formation of a welcoming committee, I would assume the residents of this city have already given in to supporting this rather insipid and seemingly never ending cycle of abductions, given their callous indifference to the personal interests of those who are forced to adopt a life style in this place.

[ He coughs a bit, still unused to the fact he’s breathing once more. Hey, it’s hard to get the jyst of it when you’ve been dead for an eternity. ]

I do suppose I should introduce myself, given the circumstances. My name is Kankri Vantas, for those unaware, and I suppose that if no one has encountered a means to exit this place, I will be taking residence in here from this moment onwards. [ Run while you still can. tw: #Running, #Usage of lower limbs, #Ableism toward those crippled below the waist. ]

This, of course, means I’ll proceed with my crusade of enlightenment toward those who are uneducated in relation to certain matters of gargantuan social importance [not], which I am absolutely certain that everyone will be thrilled to further their own knowledge about.

[ You’re not ready, Vatheon. ]

I will be more than glad to set apart a fraction of my certainly occupied schedule in the near future to monol-- I mean, dialogue with anyone seeking instruction in these fickle and thoroughly important areas of our every day lives in society.

Thank you, and I look forward to working with all of you in the future.


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