Name: (Pink) Dave Strider Current location: Asphodel Current Physical Appearance: Dave never quite shook his gangly, undernourished appearance. He's pale to a degree that looks sickly, one of his horns is cracked, and his left arm is gone from the elbow down. No matter how many times people insist he won't get a robotic replacement. It doesn't matter much when you can psychically create a near-infinite amount of spectral limbs. He keeps his tangled pink hair in a ponytail because regular haircuts are for people who still give a shit. For the same reason, he's stopped wearing shades. Why even bother anymore? Summary: Dave's rays weren't developed enough to help him evade capture when everything started going to hell. So he remained on the station, enduring much of the same shit he used to deal with at the Institute. Sure would be nice if Team Robot could brainwash themselves a human-hating psychic tank, huh?
But it never really took, and eventually his power increased exponentially. The station wasn't equipped to contain him anymore and he managed to escape with a rescue team. Yay timing! However, the stability of his body was compromised in the struggle and one of his arms literally melted away, muscle, bone and all. This has kind of turned him off extended ray-usage even though his body can handle it now.
Since then, his apathy levels have spiked. His powers would have been a great asset in helping the resistance, versatile as they are, but he was never interested. That requires effort, and hell, Dave barely makes an effort to take care of himself anymore. You can probably blame that on his rapidly deteriorating mental condition. Sure, he still has moments of lucidity, but on the whole engaging Pink Dave is a risky gamble. There are days where the psychosis hits him hard, trigger or no trigger. There are days where he can't seem to remember who he is or why he's here. Most prevalent are the days where he sits still and stares into the distance, dead-eyed and just... tired. So very, very tired.
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Current location: Asphodel
Current Physical Appearance: Dave never quite shook his gangly, undernourished appearance. He's pale to a degree that looks sickly, one of his horns is cracked, and his left arm is gone from the elbow down. No matter how many times people insist he won't get a robotic replacement. It doesn't matter much when you can psychically create a near-infinite amount of spectral limbs. He keeps his tangled pink hair in a ponytail because regular haircuts are for people who still give a shit. For the same reason, he's stopped wearing shades. Why even bother anymore?
Summary: Dave's rays weren't developed enough to help him evade capture when everything started going to hell. So he remained on the station, enduring much of the same shit he used to deal with at the Institute. Sure would be nice if Team Robot could brainwash themselves a human-hating psychic tank, huh?
But it never really took, and eventually his power increased exponentially. The station wasn't equipped to contain him anymore and he managed to escape with a rescue team. Yay timing! However, the stability of his body was compromised in the struggle and one of his arms literally melted away, muscle, bone and all. This has kind of turned him off extended ray-usage even though his body can handle it now.
Since then, his apathy levels have spiked. His powers would have been a great asset in helping the resistance, versatile as they are, but he was never interested. That requires effort, and hell, Dave barely makes an effort to take care of himself anymore. You can probably blame that on his rapidly deteriorating mental condition. Sure, he still has moments of lucidity, but on the whole engaging Pink Dave is a risky gamble. There are days where the psychosis hits him hard, trigger or no trigger. There are days where he can't seem to remember who he is or why he's here. Most prevalent are the days where he sits still and stares into the distance, dead-eyed and just... tired. So very, very tired.