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Character Name: Bro Strider
Character Series: Homestuck
Character Age: Unspecified in canon as of yet. Early 30s?
Background: Bro's personal wiki is here and the Homestuck wiki is here, but I'll still provide a brief summary of his background technically prior to the main events of canon.
Years in the future, but not too many, a thirteen year old boy with glasses and a love for terrible movies played around with an ectobiology lab and created 8 complicatedly paradox-clone babies. He also somehow kind of sent them all into the not-quite-distant past on meteors that would crash into earth.
Bro Strider was among the four who landed (along with his, uh. puppet) in the not-quite-but-still-pretty-distant past to grow up first. The location: Texas. From there we don't quite know how Bro's childhood went- not too surprising considering he's a pretty minor character in canon. Through whatever happens, he grows up to be a cool sonuvabitch and then meets baby Dave... as a meteor hits his favorite record store. He is also fully prepared for this with a tiny pair of sunglasses.
Bro takes Dave into his custody from there on out, and the next years are spent raising him; feeding him, clothing him, making money through smuppet videos/DJ gigs/hopefully various other kinds of odd jobs ohgod, training him thoroughly in the art of combat (mostly through surprise attacks), trolling him hideously with random traps and large piles of puppets in suggestive poses, teaching him about rap battles, wielding turntables, a poker face, being humorously ironic in all the best and strangest ways... you likely get the picture.
And then, roughly thirteen years after walking out of a crater with akoala baby and a dead horse, he and his brother, who is also kind of his son and can be called his sonbro, receive the beta copies they ordered of a game called SBURB. The rest, as they say, is history. History that is the future.
Personality:
Bro isn't a character who nabbed himself much focus in canon; as a matter of fact, he hasn't gotten a single line of dialogue. But it can be said without a doubt that he still has presence. Just from what we see of him and the way that Dave talks about him, he's not a difficult guy to piece together.
First and foremost, Bro Strider is the very epitome of cool. This cannot be hammered into a reader's thinkpan often enough or persistently enough. He keeps his poker face up no matter what it is he's up against, even undefeatable bosses and prototyped versions of his little brother from a doomed timeline. He doesn't show weakness, and it's likely safe to assume he doesn't openly admit to weakness to go along with that. Remaining calm in the middle of raging shitstorms takes a lot of guts and strength of character. Much like the other human guardians of the series, acrobatic pirouettes off the handle are just not an option- he either takes in a situation before picking a course of action or sits back and operates on instinct, and it works out pretty damn well for him. You cannot hope to defeat Bro Strider in a chill-off; he is simply the best there is. It's also safe to say that he's incredibly confident in his abilities, possibly to the point of getting arrogant- not that he hasn't exactly shown he's earned that sort of confidence.
He also has a tendency to make a big deal of being cool- admittedly sometimes in the strangest and most roundabout ways that might not actually even be that cool at all. We'll start with the basics: shades, fingerless gloves, a hat, a rocket skateboard, swords everywhere and DJ skills to kick most other DJs off the face of the earth. He puts a lot of work into these aspects of his personality and appearance, just like he puts a lot of work into being utterly unruffled, which doesn't typically show. I guess that means it's a raging success. On the other hand, he's way too interested (or seemingly interested? damn irony) in the art of puppet pornography, which he makes money off of thanks to the internet and all the glorious freaks within its majestic folds. Puppets can be found all over the place in any household he takes up: on the walls, under the bed, on the couch, in the shower- maybe somehow looking like they're playing one of his many shitty-but-ironically-cool video games. Overall, I'd say this strange mix indicates that he honestly doesn't (or doesn't want to) give a rat's ass what somebody thinks of him and his lifestyle. He's a tool, he's a poser, he's insane, he's cool as fuck and don't you forget it.
It also lends him a really big air of immaturity; spending most of your time in a crappy apartment building selling questionable videos, not quite managing to pay bills and strifing with your brother/son/young ward has a way of doing that. The way he raises Dave is an indicator in itself (we can get into the feelings part of that relationship later). The fridge is full of shitty swords, the microwave is broken and full of smuppets, as is the trapdoor in the ceiling that he set Dave up to pull open- they don't always have electricity and apparently live on TV dinners, takeout and microwave burritos. He was going at his sonbro with strifing intent as early as infancy, and didn't let up over the years. In fact, the older Dave got, the more intense I imagine the combat would have to get. No qualms with chucking the kid down a crapton of flights of stairs when he lost a fight. A lot of their relationship seems to be about one-upping each other, trolling, and being locked in mortal combat. Instead of raising him as a father, like most people would have, he chose to raise him as an older brother- probably because he didn't entirely want to be a father-figure, or didn't think he was cut out to be the father-figure type.
Bro isn't the type to deal in open affection and as a result, neither is Dave. With a cool guy like him bringing up a kid from infancy, it was pretty inevitable. It's not hard to determine from what Dave says and how he acts that he's more or less trying to emulate Bro's personality and attitude. Bro is witty, sarcastic, ironic, borderline-and-sometimes-not-so-borderline offensive. If you can't find a way to convert what you want to say into something snarky and/or hilarious, chances are it's not entirely worth saying (though I imagine there had to have been a few exceptions over time). You have to be able to keep your cool and hold your own or you're just not gonna cut it. Long story short, douchiness is the key to survival, sorry about your luck if you don't listen and things turn out bad. Dave was raised to be a guarded, defensive individual and chances are good that Bro is exactly the same way. He tried, but didn't really have any idea what he was doing, so he just did what he knew how to do best and hoped it worked (considering how the Guardians all seemed oddly knowledgeable about SBURB, it's no surprise that it turned out how it did).
But that's not to say that he doesn't honestly care about Dave. In fact, he seems to give quite a few fucks about the little guy. First and foremost, there's the fact that he didn't actually have to take him out of that meteor and raise him like his own. He didn't have to learn how to take care of a baby and live around it and generally be something kind of like a dad to it. Didn't have to support him, teach him to drop sick beats, send him to school, teach him to fight, any of it. But he did. He took in a baby, cared for it, watched it grow, taught the kid how to take care of himself in case there came a time when he'd have to do that. Dave didn't exactly struggle to take new levels in the game, you know?
When a giant-ass meteor of death was heading towards their city and Dave needed a hand, he sent his rocket skateboard out to catch him as he fell and then cut the meteor in half to help him out. He even went up against Jack Noir knowing that most odds indicated his inevitable defeat- the Big Bad in the game that Dave happened to be playing a huge role in. Whether he was buying time or being protective or saying he wanted to test his chops against the guy, he did it. While he's not the type to hand out flourishing words of approval and love, the evidence all points to caring- Dave always had clothes and internet, got photography equipment and turntables, an iPhone. He got his bedroom while Bro apparently crashed on the futon in the living room (though it's hard to tell if he just did that for the hell of it, in all honesty). Yeah, the apartment was filled with crazy-ass traps and odd hoarding places for puppets/swords/webcams, but I think Dave was always provided for to the best of Bro's ability, most of which involved cool gear and keeping an eye on things from the shadows. Their relationship is odd and fairly hostile, soaked in irony and far from perfect, but I wouldn't doubt for a second that he would die for Dave's sake.
In a nutshell, then: badass rapping brodad with a cool, nonchalant flair and enough irony to have Jack's frozen corpse drift into another piece of ship just perfect for floating to safety on. He mostly doesn't give a fuck but steps up when he knows he's needed, and while he's not great at affection, he can at least teach a kid how to wield a ninja sword and not look like a total tool while doing it.
Abilities:
We see from pretty early on that Bro is a badass and not afraid to show it. And while we don't see a ton of him in canon, I'm more than happy to fill in on what we do know. 8|
## General combat/weapons skills - From swords to ninja stars to puppets to hand-to-hand, it seems like Bro's spent a long while making it his business to learn to kick ass: and he learned well. Before Jade's godmod pet was prototyped, thereby lending its insane space and time bending ablities to Jack Noir, he was fighting the Big Bad one on one (two on one if you count Lil Cal) and holding his own for a good while. He consistently kicks Dave's ass when they have their strife, not that besting a 13-year-old is exactly the bragging point of the century. In general, he's very skilled, durable and great at thinking on his feet. And will, of course, have to wait for his beloved weapons to turn up, like anybody else.
## Speed - Pretty much what it says on the tin, here. Bro's incredibly fast, to the point where he can dart back and forth enough to beat somebody down by manipulating a puppet's limbs as he moves. Doesn't even have to be strictly present to take a person on. The best term to describe it would be "flash step," I think. He's even stepped out of an area quickly enough that Dave was still fighting him when he... appeared behind him. I have no idea how he manages that, but I don't question it.
## Miscellanious - ... Whatever epic ability it is that allows him to slice a flaming meteor in half with a katana without dying or getting burnt to a crisp. I don't even know. Also included is the typical Homestuck ability to access their sylladex and "captchalogue" things into it. This includes his strife (combat) specibus.
Sample Entry:
[ It's time once more to collectively swoon with your phones, Mayfield, because that is the incredibly cool drawl of Bro Strider addressing the general populace. His tone today is decidedly neutral, mixed with a little matter-of-fact. Bidness is bidness, man. ]
Just letting everyone know that these new kids are shit. They're not even worth an "oh snap, dog left a surprise on your front porch" tier. They're unexpected "how the fuck did the cat miss the litterbox, guess it's time to put him down" quality.
So nine-one-one emergency, everybody better check their shoes for evidence and start praying they don't need Mister Whiskers to save their ass anytime soon.
[ ...why yes, he did spend the morning giving in to boredom and attempting to train his drone wards, why do you ask? It's not his fault they can barely avoid death by steak knives, or that they don't even know how to abscond. That shit's ridiculous.
In other news, congratulations, little brother: you've gotten a secret visit to your room today. Should be a nice-looking smuppet waiting on your pillow, in fact. Here's hoping you can at least still outdo Little Timmy Mayfield, because a grown man with a fistful offorks projectiles is hiding somewhere nearby, waiting.
The general populace, of course, is more than welcome to run into Bro in the streets this morning or in the store sometime in the late afternoon. He'll be the one with the shades and the strawberries-and-cream shampoo in his hand. ]
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godmodcomplex]Preferred Housing: I- it would be nice to have him with or near another Homestuck character? But it's also not a problem if he doesn't wind up around there, since he has legs to walk to other houses with and all.
Character Name: Bro Strider
Character Series: Homestuck
Character Age: Unspecified in canon as of yet. Early 30s?
Background: Bro's personal wiki is here and the Homestuck wiki is here, but I'll still provide a brief summary of his background technically prior to the main events of canon.
Years in the future, but not too many, a thirteen year old boy with glasses and a love for terrible movies played around with an ectobiology lab and created 8 complicatedly paradox-clone babies. He also somehow kind of sent them all into the not-quite-distant past on meteors that would crash into earth.
Bro Strider was among the four who landed (along with his, uh. puppet) in the not-quite-but-still-pretty-distant past to grow up first. The location: Texas. From there we don't quite know how Bro's childhood went- not too surprising considering he's a pretty minor character in canon. Through whatever happens, he grows up to be a cool sonuvabitch and then meets baby Dave... as a meteor hits his favorite record store. He is also fully prepared for this with a tiny pair of sunglasses.
Bro takes Dave into his custody from there on out, and the next years are spent raising him; feeding him, clothing him, making money through smuppet videos/DJ gigs/hopefully various other kinds of odd jobs ohgod, training him thoroughly in the art of combat (mostly through surprise attacks), trolling him hideously with random traps and large piles of puppets in suggestive poses, teaching him about rap battles, wielding turntables, a poker face, being humorously ironic in all the best and strangest ways... you likely get the picture.
And then, roughly thirteen years after walking out of a crater with a
Personality:
Bro isn't a character who nabbed himself much focus in canon; as a matter of fact, he hasn't gotten a single line of dialogue. But it can be said without a doubt that he still has presence. Just from what we see of him and the way that Dave talks about him, he's not a difficult guy to piece together.
First and foremost, Bro Strider is the very epitome of cool. This cannot be hammered into a reader's thinkpan often enough or persistently enough. He keeps his poker face up no matter what it is he's up against, even undefeatable bosses and prototyped versions of his little brother from a doomed timeline. He doesn't show weakness, and it's likely safe to assume he doesn't openly admit to weakness to go along with that. Remaining calm in the middle of raging shitstorms takes a lot of guts and strength of character. Much like the other human guardians of the series, acrobatic pirouettes off the handle are just not an option- he either takes in a situation before picking a course of action or sits back and operates on instinct, and it works out pretty damn well for him. You cannot hope to defeat Bro Strider in a chill-off; he is simply the best there is. It's also safe to say that he's incredibly confident in his abilities, possibly to the point of getting arrogant- not that he hasn't exactly shown he's earned that sort of confidence.
He also has a tendency to make a big deal of being cool- admittedly sometimes in the strangest and most roundabout ways that might not actually even be that cool at all. We'll start with the basics: shades, fingerless gloves, a hat, a rocket skateboard, swords everywhere and DJ skills to kick most other DJs off the face of the earth. He puts a lot of work into these aspects of his personality and appearance, just like he puts a lot of work into being utterly unruffled, which doesn't typically show. I guess that means it's a raging success. On the other hand, he's way too interested (or seemingly interested? damn irony) in the art of puppet pornography, which he makes money off of thanks to the internet and all the glorious freaks within its majestic folds. Puppets can be found all over the place in any household he takes up: on the walls, under the bed, on the couch, in the shower- maybe somehow looking like they're playing one of his many shitty-but-ironically-cool video games. Overall, I'd say this strange mix indicates that he honestly doesn't (or doesn't want to) give a rat's ass what somebody thinks of him and his lifestyle. He's a tool, he's a poser, he's insane, he's cool as fuck and don't you forget it.
It also lends him a really big air of immaturity; spending most of your time in a crappy apartment building selling questionable videos, not quite managing to pay bills and strifing with your brother/son/young ward has a way of doing that. The way he raises Dave is an indicator in itself (we can get into the feelings part of that relationship later). The fridge is full of shitty swords, the microwave is broken and full of smuppets, as is the trapdoor in the ceiling that he set Dave up to pull open- they don't always have electricity and apparently live on TV dinners, takeout and microwave burritos. He was going at his sonbro with strifing intent as early as infancy, and didn't let up over the years. In fact, the older Dave got, the more intense I imagine the combat would have to get. No qualms with chucking the kid down a crapton of flights of stairs when he lost a fight. A lot of their relationship seems to be about one-upping each other, trolling, and being locked in mortal combat. Instead of raising him as a father, like most people would have, he chose to raise him as an older brother- probably because he didn't entirely want to be a father-figure, or didn't think he was cut out to be the father-figure type.
Bro isn't the type to deal in open affection and as a result, neither is Dave. With a cool guy like him bringing up a kid from infancy, it was pretty inevitable. It's not hard to determine from what Dave says and how he acts that he's more or less trying to emulate Bro's personality and attitude. Bro is witty, sarcastic, ironic, borderline-and-sometimes-not-so-borderline offensive. If you can't find a way to convert what you want to say into something snarky and/or hilarious, chances are it's not entirely worth saying (though I imagine there had to have been a few exceptions over time). You have to be able to keep your cool and hold your own or you're just not gonna cut it. Long story short, douchiness is the key to survival, sorry about your luck if you don't listen and things turn out bad. Dave was raised to be a guarded, defensive individual and chances are good that Bro is exactly the same way. He tried, but didn't really have any idea what he was doing, so he just did what he knew how to do best and hoped it worked (considering how the Guardians all seemed oddly knowledgeable about SBURB, it's no surprise that it turned out how it did).
But that's not to say that he doesn't honestly care about Dave. In fact, he seems to give quite a few fucks about the little guy. First and foremost, there's the fact that he didn't actually have to take him out of that meteor and raise him like his own. He didn't have to learn how to take care of a baby and live around it and generally be something kind of like a dad to it. Didn't have to support him, teach him to drop sick beats, send him to school, teach him to fight, any of it. But he did. He took in a baby, cared for it, watched it grow, taught the kid how to take care of himself in case there came a time when he'd have to do that. Dave didn't exactly struggle to take new levels in the game, you know?
When a giant-ass meteor of death was heading towards their city and Dave needed a hand, he sent his rocket skateboard out to catch him as he fell and then cut the meteor in half to help him out. He even went up against Jack Noir knowing that most odds indicated his inevitable defeat- the Big Bad in the game that Dave happened to be playing a huge role in. Whether he was buying time or being protective or saying he wanted to test his chops against the guy, he did it. While he's not the type to hand out flourishing words of approval and love, the evidence all points to caring- Dave always had clothes and internet, got photography equipment and turntables, an iPhone. He got his bedroom while Bro apparently crashed on the futon in the living room (though it's hard to tell if he just did that for the hell of it, in all honesty). Yeah, the apartment was filled with crazy-ass traps and odd hoarding places for puppets/swords/webcams, but I think Dave was always provided for to the best of Bro's ability, most of which involved cool gear and keeping an eye on things from the shadows. Their relationship is odd and fairly hostile, soaked in irony and far from perfect, but I wouldn't doubt for a second that he would die for Dave's sake.
In a nutshell, then: badass rapping brodad with a cool, nonchalant flair and enough irony to have Jack's frozen corpse drift into another piece of ship just perfect for floating to safety on. He mostly doesn't give a fuck but steps up when he knows he's needed, and while he's not great at affection, he can at least teach a kid how to wield a ninja sword and not look like a total tool while doing it.
Abilities:
We see from pretty early on that Bro is a badass and not afraid to show it. And while we don't see a ton of him in canon, I'm more than happy to fill in on what we do know. 8|
## General combat/weapons skills - From swords to ninja stars to puppets to hand-to-hand, it seems like Bro's spent a long while making it his business to learn to kick ass: and he learned well. Before Jade's godmod pet was prototyped, thereby lending its insane space and time bending ablities to Jack Noir, he was fighting the Big Bad one on one (two on one if you count Lil Cal) and holding his own for a good while. He consistently kicks Dave's ass when they have their strife, not that besting a 13-year-old is exactly the bragging point of the century. In general, he's very skilled, durable and great at thinking on his feet. And will, of course, have to wait for his beloved weapons to turn up, like anybody else.
## Speed - Pretty much what it says on the tin, here. Bro's incredibly fast, to the point where he can dart back and forth enough to beat somebody down by manipulating a puppet's limbs as he moves. Doesn't even have to be strictly present to take a person on. The best term to describe it would be "flash step," I think. He's even stepped out of an area quickly enough that Dave was still fighting him when he... appeared behind him. I have no idea how he manages that, but I don't question it.
## Miscellanious - ... Whatever epic ability it is that allows him to slice a flaming meteor in half with a katana without dying or getting burnt to a crisp. I don't even know. Also included is the typical Homestuck ability to access their sylladex and "captchalogue" things into it. This includes his strife (combat) specibus.
Sample Entry:
[ It's time once more to collectively swoon with your phones, Mayfield, because that is the incredibly cool drawl of Bro Strider addressing the general populace. His tone today is decidedly neutral, mixed with a little matter-of-fact. Bidness is bidness, man. ]
Just letting everyone know that these new kids are shit. They're not even worth an "oh snap, dog left a surprise on your front porch" tier. They're unexpected "how the fuck did the cat miss the litterbox, guess it's time to put him down" quality.
So nine-one-one emergency, everybody better check their shoes for evidence and start praying they don't need Mister Whiskers to save their ass anytime soon.
[ ...why yes, he did spend the morning giving in to boredom and attempting to train his drone wards, why do you ask? It's not his fault they can barely avoid death by steak knives, or that they don't even know how to abscond. That shit's ridiculous.
In other news, congratulations, little brother: you've gotten a secret visit to your room today. Should be a nice-looking smuppet waiting on your pillow, in fact. Here's hoping you can at least still outdo Little Timmy Mayfield, because a grown man with a fistful of
The general populace, of course, is more than welcome to run into Bro in the streets this morning or in the store sometime in the late afternoon. He'll be the one with the shades and the strawberries-and-cream shampoo in his hand. ]