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[thefirstmother]

Mun
Name/Nickname: Snow
Age: 23
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Character
Character Name: The Dolorosa (Heuadni Pietryonna)
Canon: MS Paint Adventures: Homestuck
Age: Estimating anywhere from 15 to 22 solar sweeps (~30-40 something years).
Appearance: 1, 2, 3
Canon Point: After her assassination.
History: The Ancestors, with a direct link to the Dolorosa; information on trolls; the planet Alternia

AU History:
Personality:

Hussie himself has stated that we need only look at the descendents to understand the ancestors. The ancestors handle things the same way an adult version of their descendents would, though it's questionable whether this would be more maturely or not. Applying this to Kanaya Maryam and the Dolorosa, it's fairly interesting.

With the Dolorosoa, she is overall kind, patient, and caring. Graceful and calm, she tends to move with something of a serene air that makes it seem like very little could actually upset her. Most of the time this is a fairly accurate assessment; while she cares deeply about those that she's taken into her fold, she often makes sure to keep her head for their benefit. Someone has to, after all.

But she's also a little meddlesome, and can occasionally be more pushy than she intends to be. Typically it's along the lines of a mother hen, constantly fussing over her chicks and trying to make sure everything is in order. It can get annoying sometimes, but she only means the best by it.

And at least it's not an angered Dolorosa. When her patience finally snaps, or the safety/happiness of those she cares deeply for is compromised, she will not hold back. It's much like poking a bear cub while the mother watches-- provoking Dolorosa in this way is not advised in the least bit. Perhaps she doesn't have any special abilities, but very little would stop her after having lost her child once already and having spent a great deal of time in slavery.

Which had an adverse effect on her, as well. Though somewhat subdued in the trade and in Mindfang's possession, quiet and reserved in her mourning of Signless, there is a distinct chance she wouldn't hesitate to join a revolution in the bathhouse. Admittedly, she would be more sensible about it, more levelheaded to make sure they weren't caught in the planning stages.

Abilities:

Due to the fact we don't know whether or not rainbowdrinkers are exclusive to jadebloods, we can't be certain on whether Dolorosa shares this with her descendent. Without that knowledge, however, she's an excellent seamstress and technical medic; she had made her own clothing for years before finding Signless, and made his for years after while also patching up whatever injuries he or his followers likely sustained.

Payment to Yubaba
Memory:

1. Most of her childhood prior to becoming an attendant for the Mother Grub (thus what freedom she had in her youth).
2. Finding Signless.
3. The first time she made clothing for Signless.
4. Signless' first sermon.
5. The night she gave Signless and Disciple her blessing.
6. Signless' last sermon.
7. The last time she saw Signless before their capture.
8. The fates of the Psiionic and the Disciple.
9. Mindfang's name, and what moments of kindness she received from her.
10. Her death at the hands of Dualscar.

New Name: Rosa

Samples
First Person: here
Third Person:

When given a moment of reprieve, Rosa found herself looking out over the waters that surrounded the bathhouse. It brought back so many memories, both good and bad, but she couldn't linger in the past when so much had been happening in the present. How she got away from Mindfang, how she arrived here, she didn't know. But still, she wasn't certain whether or not this was a better situation she had found herself in.

There was, at least, the benefit of being surrounded by so many other people. While she wasn't sure what to make of the original workers, or the strange hornless persons that were kidnapped alongside her, it was comforting to know that she wasn't alone in this situation.

It caused a pang of longing in her, something that twisted a little in her chest, and she had to close her eyes and steady herself for a moment. If only she knew what happened to the Disciple and Psiionic. If only Signless hadn't...

Slowly, she sank down to her knees, the boisterous voices behind her in the room of fifteen fading away to nothing as she pressed her face into her hands. Her charge, his followers.

Her family.

Gone. All gone, and Rosa there surrounded by strangers with strange faces.