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NAME/HANDLE: Kamera
PERSONAL JOURNAL:usapin
ARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: yes!
CONTACT: rainbunneh@gmail.com
OTHER CHARACTERS:
character.
CHARACTER NAME: (Beta) Mom Lalonde / Rose’s mom / Pre-scratch Roxy Lalonde (I’m going to go with Ms. Lalonde, if not Roxanne)
SERIES: Homestuck Wikia page | Mom Wikia page | Roxy wikia page
CANON POINT: After being killed by Jack Noir.
AGE: (Headcanon) 37~40
APPEARANCE: here
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: N/A
PERSONALITY:
Mom is first introduced in passive agressive comments from Rose, unable to do anything right as well as being passive agressive towards her, making her being passive agressive back. Basically, in the pre-scratched time, she’s Rose’s mom, as well as Dave’s if you get into technicalities. She appears to be a rather rich and successful woman, in what is still unknown but it’s been hinted that she had a hand in creating the sburb beta. She dresses in a lab coat/dress, as well as skaia labs is connected to her house, so it’s implied that she’s a scientist. Much like Roxy, she probably knows way more about the game than the reader is let on.
Ever since her first introduction, she’s also been implied to be a heavy drinker. This seems true, once Rose opens up their fridge and it’s full of bottles of alcohol. She carries a martini glass around most of the time, and even when she’s left the glass behind, she’s seen with a vodka flask and also downing several glasses of wine. Her post-scratch self also comfirms this, being a heavy drinker at even age 15. She definitely has a strong bond to alcohol.
At the top of the modern and fancy Lalonde mansion, there’s a observatory, complete with a modern telescope and everything. At some point Mom had a mission from Grandpa Harley to observe a phenomena -- the meteor showers that eventually would lead to the end of the world. This shows she has to harbor some interest of some point.
Mom has a bad relationship with Rose. From one hand it might seem that Mom doesn’t care, and very much is a failure at being a mother, which might be true as Rose and Mom doesn’t seem to have the close physical bond of a “normal” mother and daughter relationship. But it doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about Rose, not at all. Mom appears to try her best to bond with her daughter but has obviously misunderstood how a relationship like that works, accidentally coming across as passive agressive and placing high expectations on her. In reality, Mom just really loves Rose and wants whatever’s best for her -- she’s even willing to take things to the extreme in order to show this. As examples, you can pull out the mausoleum for Jaspers: Mom held a funeral for Rose’s cat when he died.
In the post-scratch session you can see that Jaspers was accidentally killed by Sassacre’s book, much to Roxy’s shock, and as the cat was actually appearified from somewhere else, chances she appearified him back are really high. However this also adds for a genuine reason for her to bury Jaspers that way. Other examples are when she spent 15 000 dollars to engrave Rose’s first drawing of Jaspers into the fridge door. She also levered a fucking gigantic wizard statue into their house, though that might be due to her love for wizards. Rose too, loves wizards, but she believes her mother has a fake love for them just to get closer to Rose. Her post-scratched self shoots down that myth, though.
While Mom and Roxy are essentially the same person, they have their differences as they have their similarities. Their experience in age are obviously far different; while Roxy is a child, Mom is a mother, a mother that has spent 13 years raising a child. She has no “canon” lines, but looking at her you can get an impression that she’s a serious woman now, compared to her 15 year old post-scratched self. (Though, she can still joke around, as proved in Rose and Mom’s first “Strife”.)
Basically, Mom can be described as the most classy drunkass who is far more clever than she implies.
ABILITIES:
Mom’s strife specibi is both fistkind and riflekind -- while her ability with the rifle is unknown she’s whooped monsters ten times her size ass with her bare hands. I like to think of it as a drunken fist kind of thing.
POSSESSIONS:
Her sylladex is the bottle kind, basically she just stores things into bottles. Her sylladex involves a lipstick, her rifle and a shit ton of alcohol.
samples.
JOURNAL ENTRY SAMPLE:
While this admittedly is a rather unfortunate situation, and I don’t believe I have anything special nor helpful to add, I would feel incredibbly rude were I not to introduce myself. I don’t mind making new friends, as the message implies we should. I’m Ms. Lalonde. A pleasure to meet you.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE:
She remembered wine, dinner, and a great man. Mr. Egbert was everything she could ever dream of, and he made her a better person. Perhaps she didn’t really deserve this, but she was smitten, so smitten, she couldn’t resist. They were playing a game, they both knew, but for once they both pretended for a moment they weren’t. For a moment, they were two normal, almost middle-aged people. But the game was quick to tell them to not forget.
It was a feeling she never really could get used to. It was not a feeling you usually feel twice, either. The moment Jack plunged his knife into her chest, she remembered tears rolling from her eyes as she watched her lover cry out her name and she remembered immediately thinking about Rose, her lovely daughter, the flame that lit up her life --
But now, nothing. She was certain her eyes are open, but she couldn’t see, it was as if she was blind. Mom tried to humour herself with a weak thought; “Perhaps the amount of alcohol finally got to me.”, but she knew, she knew she was long dead. And this wasn’t the afterlife, nor hell.
The following text comfirmed her belief. A game, she whispered, quick to laugh. It was ironic, and she bit her lip, quietly wondering how many times she would go through this. At least this time, she didn’t see the few people she loved in her life, so hope lit a light inside her;
Perhaps, this time, she wouldn’t have to see her loved ones die, or be unable to protect them.
NAME/HANDLE: Kamera
PERSONAL JOURNAL:
usapinARE YOU 16 OR OVER?: yes!
CONTACT: rainbunneh@gmail.com
OTHER CHARACTERS:
character.
CHARACTER NAME: (Beta) Mom Lalonde / Rose’s mom / Pre-scratch Roxy Lalonde (I’m going to go with Ms. Lalonde, if not Roxanne)
SERIES: Homestuck Wikia page | Mom Wikia page | Roxy wikia page
CANON POINT: After being killed by Jack Noir.
AGE: (Headcanon) 37~40
APPEARANCE: here
PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY: N/A
PERSONALITY:
Mom is first introduced in passive agressive comments from Rose, unable to do anything right as well as being passive agressive towards her, making her being passive agressive back. Basically, in the pre-scratched time, she’s Rose’s mom, as well as Dave’s if you get into technicalities. She appears to be a rather rich and successful woman, in what is still unknown but it’s been hinted that she had a hand in creating the sburb beta. She dresses in a lab coat/dress, as well as skaia labs is connected to her house, so it’s implied that she’s a scientist. Much like Roxy, she probably knows way more about the game than the reader is let on.
Ever since her first introduction, she’s also been implied to be a heavy drinker. This seems true, once Rose opens up their fridge and it’s full of bottles of alcohol. She carries a martini glass around most of the time, and even when she’s left the glass behind, she’s seen with a vodka flask and also downing several glasses of wine. Her post-scratch self also comfirms this, being a heavy drinker at even age 15. She definitely has a strong bond to alcohol.
At the top of the modern and fancy Lalonde mansion, there’s a observatory, complete with a modern telescope and everything. At some point Mom had a mission from Grandpa Harley to observe a phenomena -- the meteor showers that eventually would lead to the end of the world. This shows she has to harbor some interest of some point.
Mom has a bad relationship with Rose. From one hand it might seem that Mom doesn’t care, and very much is a failure at being a mother, which might be true as Rose and Mom doesn’t seem to have the close physical bond of a “normal” mother and daughter relationship. But it doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about Rose, not at all. Mom appears to try her best to bond with her daughter but has obviously misunderstood how a relationship like that works, accidentally coming across as passive agressive and placing high expectations on her. In reality, Mom just really loves Rose and wants whatever’s best for her -- she’s even willing to take things to the extreme in order to show this. As examples, you can pull out the mausoleum for Jaspers: Mom held a funeral for Rose’s cat when he died.
In the post-scratch session you can see that Jaspers was accidentally killed by Sassacre’s book, much to Roxy’s shock, and as the cat was actually appearified from somewhere else, chances she appearified him back are really high. However this also adds for a genuine reason for her to bury Jaspers that way. Other examples are when she spent 15 000 dollars to engrave Rose’s first drawing of Jaspers into the fridge door. She also levered a fucking gigantic wizard statue into their house, though that might be due to her love for wizards. Rose too, loves wizards, but she believes her mother has a fake love for them just to get closer to Rose. Her post-scratched self shoots down that myth, though.
While Mom and Roxy are essentially the same person, they have their differences as they have their similarities. Their experience in age are obviously far different; while Roxy is a child, Mom is a mother, a mother that has spent 13 years raising a child. She has no “canon” lines, but looking at her you can get an impression that she’s a serious woman now, compared to her 15 year old post-scratched self. (Though, she can still joke around, as proved in Rose and Mom’s first “Strife”.)
Basically, Mom can be described as the most classy drunkass who is far more clever than she implies.
ABILITIES:
Mom’s strife specibi is both fistkind and riflekind -- while her ability with the rifle is unknown she’s whooped monsters ten times her size ass with her bare hands. I like to think of it as a drunken fist kind of thing.
POSSESSIONS:
Her sylladex is the bottle kind, basically she just stores things into bottles. Her sylladex involves a lipstick, her rifle and a shit ton of alcohol.
samples.
JOURNAL ENTRY SAMPLE:
While this admittedly is a rather unfortunate situation, and I don’t believe I have anything special nor helpful to add, I would feel incredibbly rude were I not to introduce myself. I don’t mind making new friends, as the message implies we should. I’m Ms. Lalonde. A pleasure to meet you.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE:
She remembered wine, dinner, and a great man. Mr. Egbert was everything she could ever dream of, and he made her a better person. Perhaps she didn’t really deserve this, but she was smitten, so smitten, she couldn’t resist. They were playing a game, they both knew, but for once they both pretended for a moment they weren’t. For a moment, they were two normal, almost middle-aged people. But the game was quick to tell them to not forget.
It was a feeling she never really could get used to. It was not a feeling you usually feel twice, either. The moment Jack plunged his knife into her chest, she remembered tears rolling from her eyes as she watched her lover cry out her name and she remembered immediately thinking about Rose, her lovely daughter, the flame that lit up her life --
But now, nothing. She was certain her eyes are open, but she couldn’t see, it was as if she was blind. Mom tried to humour herself with a weak thought; “Perhaps the amount of alcohol finally got to me.”, but she knew, she knew she was long dead. And this wasn’t the afterlife, nor hell.
The following text comfirmed her belief. A game, she whispered, quick to laugh. It was ironic, and she bit her lip, quietly wondering how many times she would go through this. At least this time, she didn’t see the few people she loved in her life, so hope lit a light inside her;
Perhaps, this time, she wouldn’t have to see her loved ones die, or be unable to protect them.
