Your name is DOLORE MARYAM-LALONDE. You live on EARTH C in a large house along with your two mothers, one of whom is regarded as a goddess. You don't like to mention this, however, because it's weird and awkward, and not in the good way.

Your hobbies and interests, though varied, do tend to stick within a theme. You enjoy ALTERNATIVE ROCK MUSIC, and can play a few different musical instruments, this being something your mother insisted upon. You also enjoy the FASHION that is ASSOCIATED WITH FANS OF THIS SORT OF MUSIC, meaning you tend to wear lots of black and eyeliner. This is mostly because it makes you look INCREDIBLY COOL, but also because you aren't particularly fond of displaying your blood colour in the way your TROLL FRIENDS are. Something about the reminder that your ancestor was an EPIC HERO OF LEGEND isn't really your thing. Sure, thousands of trolls share the same colour with none of the hangups, but they're different. They aren't direct descendants, in the way that it was on THE OLD PLANET (or so you've heard). You are.

You also have a fondness for DEAD THINGS, which your extended family is all too happy to encourage. It's among the few things you look forward to on your birthday is seeing what manner of taxidermy or otherwise preserved creature your auncles are going to get you. You have a particular affection for INSECTS AND ARACHNIDS, as you think they just look better when enbalmed.

Your trolltag is adamantGloom and you speak Dryly and Flatly.

What will you do?

>Examine posters

These bands are some of your favorites. You're lucky enough to have some old Earth music and memorabilia among your possessions, which you'd never admit you adored as much as you do. They've been gifted to you over the years from your various human family members, most of whom had at least a few on hand for instantly apparent reasons.

Your IRRITATINGLY WISE BEST FRIEND likes to use your interest in old Earth art as evidence for her claim that you display symptoms of ASD. You don't know what ASD is but you won't let that stop you from rolling your eyes at her silliness. You may be strange and unusual but it's completely unrelated.

>Examine photos

A while ago one of your several frenemies got into photography. You mainly keep these here as an ironic and passive aggressively sarcastic gesture of friendship, because if there's one thing you know, it's that no one needs to know how you're feeling at any given moment. You are an enigma and you intend to stay that way.

>Go downstairs and eat breakfast.

Ehhhhhhhh. You'll do it later. Besides, you can't help but notice that your computer has been trying to notify you this entire time.

Your slightly off-balance sleep schedule means you often miss parts of conversations with your friends.

Harley was right about one thing, you think as you eat toast at a quiet table. Only your mother is here; your cici (Earth C noun, derived from custodian or possibly ancestor) is at the brooding caverns. She seems to spend every minute there these days. You eye your mother, who notices despite having been seemingly engrossed in her writing.

Your mother doesn't reply to that. Merely pauses unreadably before returning to her work.

Rose pauses again.

You finish your toast and stand.

Wandering out of the house, you're struck by the sun. Your propensity to wear heavy black clothing doesn't gel with the near constant warm weather. Sure, it rains sometimes but then it's just warm and wet.

Your morose traipsing brings you to one of your relatives houses before you know it. It's one of the normal-looking ones- small garden, clean windows. It makes the damn gothic mansion you live in feel especially jarring, not that you mind.

As you eye the house, you hear a familiar voice.

Beck rolls their eyes and knocks. The door is answered by your non-blood related uncle, one Karkat Vantas.

You like Karkat. About as much as you can like someone, anyway. He shares a great deal of your opinions on clothing (should be thick and monochrome), other people (far too much work than they're worth) and hemotyping (stupid).

You shrug.

As the three of you sit in the living room, Dave joins you.