WARNING: This account will contain #nsfw, #nsfwe, #violence, potentially mentions of #gore, #body-horror, and themes of #mentalhealth and #cw-self-harm. Additionally, it will explicitly reference #trafficking, #abuse, and #slavery on account of the character being a survivor of them, as well as arguable human experimentation. This is, however, not a NSFW-focused account. You are TT, or tenebroseTentation, and you are a LIAR. You play the part of a goldblood and fan the flames of debates on if you're even really the engineer you claim to be or just an impersonator or someone trying to take the heat off the engineer in question. The irony of it is that you are, in fact, the engineer you claim to be. But you are not a goldblood. You're not even a troll. Your name is DIRK STRIDER, and you are a human hailing from Earth. OVER A SWEEP AGO, you and three others, Dave, Rose, and Roxy were captured on your home planet and subsequently enslaved and trafficked off-world by an alien species you knew nothing about, on account of knowing nothing about any alien species. They were strict, but largely hands-off and left you to your own devices so long as you did not cause too much TROUBLE. The same cannot be said of the aliens they sold you to. You QUICKLY DISCOVERED that these aliens were called TROLLS, and they were part of a VAST INTERSTELLAR EMPIRE that was notorious among many spacefaring species for being UNCOMPROMISING CONQURERS. They were, much to your chagrin, SIMILARLY UNCOMPROMISING CAPTORS, and seperated you from your loved ones for your misbehavior. To this night, you have no idea where Rose is. Similarly, Dave and Roxy have no idea where *you* are, though you know exactly where *they* are. This is ENTIRELY BY DESIGN. You are the UNKNOWN PRODIGY behind the sudden and rapid evolution of rebel technology, and you deal with rebel cells exclusively. The Empire has been UNABLE TO ELIMINATE YOUR ACCOUNTS or GET THEIR HANDS ON YOU, partially because THEY BELIEVE THEY ARE LOOKING FOR A TROLL. You feel a little bad about all the goldbloods inevitably caught in the crossfire while they try to hunt you down, in part because your trade is in WEAPONS, MUNITIONS, and ROBOTICS. In the sweep you've been part of Vriska's crew, you have rapidly acclimated to alien (though primarily Alternian) technology, and you are making this everybody's problem. A man has to have a hobby, and your only hobbies outside of that are BIOTECH ENGINEERING, TORMENTING YOUR CREWMATES IN NEW AND CREATIVE WAYS, and ANTAGONIZING THE CAPTAIN. Unfortunately, most of your attempts at antagonizing her only make her laugh. Fortunately, you are fond of making her laugh. She is the woman responsible for your current freedom, and in return, you have offered her your services as an engineer. Your relationship with her is certainly not the reason you stick around. No. Why would that ever be related? That would be silly.