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Player Information
Name: Ari
Timezone: CST
Personal Journal: emesis
Players Contact/AIM/MSN/YAHOO: got glastnost : aim
Email Address: lowly.mango@gmail.com
Former/Other Characters in the RP: Canada, Dave Strider, Diamonds Droog, Germany, Takeshi Yamamoto
How did you hear about us?: winku

Character Information
Name: Diamonds Droog, formerly known as Draconian Dignitary. The ‘human’ name I’m giving him for the game will be Damien Delano ( L O L ), but he’ll most likely go by Diamonds Droog regardless. In the canon section of this app, I'll refer to him as 'DD' to keep things simple.
Canon Origin/Series: Homestuck
Teaching Position and why it suits them: Truth be told, if Diamonds put his mind to it, he could most likely teach any subject he wanted. Ancient Runes would work for him, because he figures that the subject attracts more kids he can actually stand. You know, the smarter, quieter, less obnoxious that would irritate him a smidgen less compared to the whole of Hogwarts' student population.

On a more serious note though, Droog is good at figuring stuff out. Ancient Runes is kinda like de-coding shit, in its own weird way, and Diamonds Droog would like that.
Suitability: DD has some very dark and violent tendencies, but the scary thing about him is that he knows when to pick his fights. He reveres Dumbledore and is (currently) loyal to him enough to the point that he wouldn't bother harming a student or faculty member. That, and he is very proud of everything he does. Whether he likes children or not, he will ensure that they learn and have much to show for it. If you're in Droog's class, you either drop out or you succeed top ranks.

Plus, there's no sufficient proof of Droog's dark tendencies anyway.
Gender: Male
Age: A few centuries old, give or take a few decades. In sorting hat, he's in the early to mid 30s range.
Out of school living location: Gerrards Cross, England
Blood status: Pureblood

Personality:

"Sociopath" is an outdated term, ain't it? Fine, let's throw it away. "Lawful evil" too nerdy for you? Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Okay, how about this: cold blooded. Diamonds Droog is a man so cold blooded he's nearly cool to the touch.

Not that he'd allow any haggard so-and-so touch him, of course. He might have a terrifying temper, yes, and he might have a tendency towards extreme violence, yeah, but Droog is civilized, fashionable, and frightfully intelligent. In the Homestuck world, the way a character types is an important character trait. It is then significant to note that although his sentences are laden with 1930s mobster slang, DD is one of the few characters who types 'properly', impeccable grammar and syntax and all.

He takes a pride in his appearance that borderlines vanity and holds himself with a perpetual air of professionalism; and as a stoic professional, he doesn't let petty things like blinding rage, mercy or shenanigans get in his way very often. That's what politics and manipulation intimidation people management skills are for. Guns and curbstomps work too, but guns can be loud and it takes a man who knows what the hell he's doing to make a point against pavement without causing unnecessary mess.

Luckily, Diamonds Droog is exactly that sort of guy. Extremely book AND street smart, he's efficient and logical, the shifting gears behind a clock face. If you somehow earn his respect and get him on your side, you're pretty much set. He'll look after you and he'll look after you good, in his own irritated, exasperated kind of way. As a subordinate, Droog will perhaps kick the shit out of you - verbally or physically, maybe both -- if need be, but he'll stay loyal and he'll get things done, make things move. As a professor under Dumbledore's employment, Droog will follow and enforce the rules of the castle (because it's beneficial to him, but hey, still counts). He'll be horrifically strict, but don't worry kids, this big bad man won't lay a hand on you. He's frightening in all sorts of subtle, family friendly ways.

Despite all that, he does have somewhat of a 'silly' side. He has an affinity towards liquorice Swedish fish candies, which he hides in his hat, and carries pin up porn around him wrapped up in news paper. This side of him is secret though, naturally, though the fact that his closest companions are fucking goof balls should probably say something.

Anyway, it doesn't take a genius to surmise the overall nature of Diamond Droog's personality. Just take a gander at his name.

Draconian
−( adjective ) excessively harsh
Dignitary
−( noun ) one of high rank or office
Droog
−( noun ) a violent gang member
Diamonds
−( noun ) are a girl's best friend

See? Easy. Complicated as he is, all you really gotta know is that he's classy as fuck and don't fuck with him.

Canon Background: [ spoilers ]

► THE BASICS

There's this video game, right? The video game's name is Sburb, and to cut to the chase, it is so, so much more than a game. Sburb is how new universes are born. Sacrifice the players' home planet to hell fire, defeat the game, and the winners get to become gods of their own, brand new reality.

This game encompasses two kingdoms within The Medium: the Kingdom of Darkness, Derse, and the Kingdom of Light, Prospit, which orbits around a sun-like core called Skaia. As most stories involving light and darkness go, the Kingdom of Derse and the Kingdom of Prospit wage a never ending war. At the "start" of the game however, darkness prevails and the Black King sends a flurry of meteors down to destroy Skaia. Skaia protects itself by projecting the meteors towards the host planet; players must make it in time to Skaia and stop the meteors before the portals run out and spell Skaia's doom; yadda yadda.

DD is a NPC character who appears in every session of every game of Sburb. His role in the game varies from session to session, but there are a few constants. For one, he's an animated black chess piece of Derse, a high ranking officer of the literal dark side bent on creation prevention. He will always and forever will be a smooth, ready-made character bent on deconstruction.

► TROLL ALPHA SESSION: How Draconian Dignitary became Diamonds Droog

This DD started out as the Troll session's Draconian Dignitary -- he was the DD who participated in the game that resulted in the birth of Earth's universe. In that reality, DD acted as a subordinate to the arch agent Jack Noir. Jack Noir, DD, and two fellow lower ranking Dersites, HB and CD, worked in tandem with the trolls (the players) to usurp the Black King and Queen. For a while, everything proceeded according to plan and the sadistic Black Queen was banished to the troll's meteor ravaged host planet, Alternia, as a result.

The trolls eventually defeated the Black King as well, but shenanningans happened and Jack Noir and his merry band became exiled to Alternia before they could truly enjoy their coming into power.

On the savage desert waste lands of Alternia, Jack Noir and his former underlings, stripped of their ranks and titles, formed the Midnight Crew. Centuries of exile offered the Midnight Crew -- offered Diamonds Droog -- another chance to rise to power. The Midnight Crew rebuilt civilization from the ground up, and what a civilization it was. Seemingly a combination of the old mafia run Las Vegas and of the noir atmosphere of America's 1920s-1930s, the MC ruled a brutal world no weak man could hope to survive.

They lived the high life. They have their own jazz band. They hoarded candy and carried around porn. They got into gang wars. During the Intermission, Diamonds Droog murdered time manipulating gang members, The Felt, left and right. The ability to travel back in time was nothing compared to Diamonds Droog's intellect and skills in the art of brutal homicide.

Oh also the Felt are led by Doc Scratch and the former Black Queen and more shit happens, but DD's involvement in that overarching plot has yet to be seen so whatever.

► TROLL ALPHA SESSION: Diamonds Droog the Exile

However, Exile does not end one's role as a Sburb NPC. As an Exile, DD communicated to the trolls via a Sburb constructed machine and guided their actions throughout their session. BASICALLY, while DD was still Draconian Dignitary rebelling against the kingdom, the one and the same Diamonds Droog sat in a room centuries in the future, talking to the trolls inside their heads and helping them achieve their goals.

Confusing? Very.

Diamonds Droog was the Maid of Time's, Aradia Medigo, Exile, the one who suggested she beat the shit out of Vriska in a show of comeuppance. When she succeeded in nearly killing the girl, he commented with a smug "Atta girl". When she told him to stop telling her what to do and let her do her own thing, he only replied with a content, "That's what I like to hear", making Aradia the only character in the series to have received a compliment from the aloof Diamonds Droog.

He briefly served as Tavros' Exile as well, demanding that the troll child finish Vriska off and calling him 'some sorta wuss' when the boy chickened out.

► HUMAN BETA SESSION: Draconian Dignitary

The humans' session DD is an entirely separate entity, but I would like to highlight some of that DD's actions to further emphasize on his over all personality.

Draconian Dignitary was the carapace responsible for the creation of Bec and had no qualms in killing the young Knight of Time, Dave Strider, to achieve his goal. He singlehandedly ran the kingdom while Jack Noir was off on a genocidal murder spree and kept Jack Noir's stupid senseless slaughtering in check, placating his boss's crazy temper. He then ordered the dense CD to do his bidding. In an extra drawn by the comic's creator, DD attended his fallen comrade HB's funeral.

Dave Strider decapitated him after an obviously failed attempt to murder both the Derse twins in Rose's tower.

► HUMAN ALPHA SESSION: DD

Again, DD is not necessarily Diamonds Droog.

This version of DD is implied to be heavily involved in the political intrigue on Derse and seems to work for the Condencse, who plotted to usurp and murder the Black Queen. Currently, DD and crew are trying to kill off the the princes&princesses of Prospit and Derse (the kids) in their sleep.

Brutal.

Background (AU!Canon; HP):


DOG ♦ Damien Delano was born into your average ancient pureblood wizarding bloodline. High class, bureaucratic, somewhat corrupt and vaguely associated with the dark arts. His family is the family everyone suspects is up to no good, but no one can prove anything and those who try end up on life long vacations to wizard Siberia so welp, never mind. A family of fancy tailors and lower members of the Ministry of Magic? Yeah, sure, we'll buy that.

So anyway, Damien was your typical well-dressed Hogwarts kid. His grades were always superb, his behavior always perfectly angelic. Almost always anyway. He was a well behaved kid up until he smashed classmates' faces into desks or hexed people who made the mistake of bumping into him in the hallway into hospital wing beds ( if you wrinkled Damien's robes, you were practically begging for it ), but those episodes of violence were relatively rare. He was a smart kid, ok, he knew how to not get caught.

Most were terrified of poor misunderstood Delano throughout his school years. The few who weren't were either girls drawn to his dapper style and mysterious intrigue or fellow members of the Midnight Crew. The Midnight Crew consisted of his three closest companions, and it was with his induction in the crew did he pick up the nickname Diamonds Droog. Similar in their violent temperaments, the Midnight Crew mostly got into fights with other groups of young ruffians and played music together.

( Droog was a rich pureblood kid alright, the kind who looked GOOD in sweater vests and scarves, what did you expect. Of course he knew how to play a bloody instrument. The sax, to be exact.)

Despite superb O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts scores, Droog kept on playing with his crew after graduation. While Spades Slick presented himself as leader of the group, Droog basically acted as the manager and the Team Dad the baby sitter, finding them gigs and beating them ( often literally ) into shape. He kicked the shit out of other people too, but such is the life of a modern wizarding jazz musician.

Years of the musician's life style proved quite enough for Droog. When the band disbanded, Droog enjoyed a few years managing his family's business (and a few areas of politics, through his family with Ministry connections) from behind the scenes. However, once Droog returned to the family, they expected certain things of him -- things like joining that Death Eater side of the war effort or what not.

Now let it be known that Droog is no coward and he's certainly no Muggle sympathizer either. In fact, he's not an Anybody Sympathizer. An idiot is an idiot, no matter what their blood, who gives a shit. Why wipe them out, when you can simply take advantage of them? Plus Droog has a well known affection for Muggle fashion. Wizard and witches are pretty swell and all, but goddamn do they lack fashion sense. What kind of idiot would rid of all of them? Some sorta unrefined sociopath, that's who, and Droog is anything but unrefined.

When Death Eater invites increased in persistence, Droog then quietly made the decision to hand off the business to a capable family member and apply for a teaching position at the wizarding school in the states (where he exerted his influence in local politics as quietly and efficiently as possible). As soon as the war ended, Droog touched base with his old headmaster and applied for a teaching position back at more familiar grounds. While Hogwarts provides both a (somewhat) respectable profession and sanctuary, he's still pretty sore about what he perceives as a demotion.

Please, please don't bring it up around him. ♦ DAYS


RP Samples:

Journal/First Person Sample:
first person sample 1

Third Person Sample:

(old)

There were no paintings adorned on the walls of Diamond Droog's office, no photographs to display on his desk. He didn't like them, didn't trust those pained eyes one bit. Like the rest of the school (and wizarding world as a whole), Droog was well aware of their tendency to peer out from their canvases and nosily regard the lives of the denizens who lived in the three dimensional world beyond the confines of their portrait frames. He heard how they gossiped among themselves, how they even reached out to students, professors, random passerby. That was one thing Droog didn't need in his life: some rat, 2D or otherwise, muscling in on his personal business

Droog had nothing to hide, but he had nothing to share with the general public. He'd prefer it that way for as long as humanly possible, thanks.

Where his space lacked in pictures, it made up in design, composition. The man had a sense for style and it showed in the furniture he chose, the colors he picked. Black, gray, white, a touch of red. Minimalistic without being plain, classy but comfortable. Everything had a practical purpose and everything was nice, the expensive kinda nice.

"Tch."

Droog enjoyed his privacy, and as he stretched his long legs, he sat back into his chair and soaked it all in. The silence, the cool temperature of the room --

...the pile of essays to be graded on his ivory table.

A red hot flash of anger surged through him, but he was quick to suppress it. With a quiet click of his tongue, he straightened his spine and picked up the first paper he could reach

third second person sample
third person: teen droog