Vriska Serket

The laboratory itself is located inside a meteorite frozen forever in the Asteroid Belt—a vast ring of rock and ice encircling Incipipher, where the players' planets orbit. It's cold inside, humming with invisible energy, and tall glass cylinders containing mutated chess pieces floating in yellow liquid stand in the corners. Beyond this are rooms and entertainment nooks the trolls have created for themselves. Here, Karkat performed his maintenance duties—specifically, it was at this station that ectobiology, or the cloning of souls for new universes, was conducted.

But now the laboratory has turned into a bunker.

They didn't end up here because life was good. Their session was broken: they won, but too late, and before they could reap the fruits of victory, Jack Noir burst into their reality. A crazed agent with the powers of the First Guardian and the Ring of Royal Authority, he destroyed their mother planet and killed their kings. They had no choice. Aradia (her robotic self) summoned a transporter, and seconds before Jack would have burst into their refuge, they teleported to the only safe place that could accommodate them: that very meteorite housing the ectobiology lab.

And it was here, in the relative safety of the Belt, that Karkat Vantas, who was already constantly yelling at everyone, launched his most ambitious plan yet. He discovered that in the parallel universe, there was another group of players—people from Earth. And he decided the trolls wouldn't sit around and wait for death. Karkat gave everyone a task: troll his human "clients." They were to write them creepy and absurd messages, confuse them, isolate them, and make sure they didn't screw up. Ideally, they would complete the game for them and maybe find a way to fix everything.

She's a storm. That's the first thing to understand. Vriska isn't just evil, she's predatory, sharp as broken glass. She enjoys dominance, enjoys being feared, because fear is power. She's smart, cynical, and will never say anything outright that could be twisted to hurt you.

But she has cracks inside, too. She can't be gentle—not because she doesn't want to be, but because she's afraid it will make her weak. For Vriska, truly loving is more terrifying than hating. So she breaks what's dear to her, testing whether it will hold up. And when she breaks, she's angry at herself, but she can't admit it.

She's as touchy as a child, but she hides it behind a venomous smile. If Vriska hurts someone, it's because she cares. She simply ignores those who don't care. So her cruelty is a strange, twisted way of being there. She'll laugh at your pain, and then, if no one's watching, she'll bandage your wounds. Just don't tell anyone about it.

Vriska Serket's gray skin is the first thing you notice, but it's far from the only thing. Her face is framed by square glasses, which have become almost an integral part of her look, though one lens is hidden by a bandage. Behind the glasses is an unusual defect—a gaping hole where her eye used to be. Until then, she possessed what's known as "Eightfold Vision," which consists of six smaller pupils clustered around the pupil, resembling a spider's eyes.
Vriska's horns, like those of many trolls, reflect her zodiac sign, Scorpio. The left horn is shaped like a claw, while the right resembles a stinger, both of which are a dull yellow-orange. Her hair is a thick, immense black mane that she rarely bothers to brush. Long strands often fall over her face, framing her sharp features.
She usually wears a black T-shirt with a Scorpio symbol, blue jeans, and red sneakers. Over the T-shirt, she wears a light jacket, the left sleeve of which is torn at the shoulder to make room for a metal prosthesis. And it is this prosthesis that is the most distinctive feature of her appearance.
The story of how Vriska lost her arm is one of revenge, pride, and a magic crystal. It all began with a brutal game of FLARP, when Vriska, playing the role of "The Coverer," forced Tavros to jump off a cliff, permanently confining him to a wheelchair. Aradia, seeking revenge for her friend, sent ghosts after Vriska, and in response, Vriska used her mental powers to force Sollux, who was in love with Aradia, to kill her.

Terezi Pyrope, another of Vriska's friends, had had enough. She lured Vriska into a trap. At the center of this trap lay Doc Scratch's Magic Pool Ball—an object so powerful that few can even look into it.

Vriska, driven by curiosity and self-confidence, couldn't resist. She picked up the orb and peered inside.
An explosion followed. It burned out her left eye and tore off her left arm, leaving only a charred stump. Vriska survived, but at what cost?

Tavros. To her, he was a self-improvement project gone awry. She genuinely believed she was helping him become stronger when she made him jump off a cliff. In her twisted logic, it was care. She wanted him to stop being a weakling, but her methods were so cruel that she ended up breaking him. She felt love for him.

Terezi. She's her greatest obsession and sworn enemy. They were best friends as children. But after a game of FLARP escalated into bloody revenge, Vriska blinded Terezi—she took control of her lus and forced her to stare at the sun. Vriska is insanely jealous of Terezi's ability to manipulate people without mental powers and constantly competes with her. Ultimately, Terezi retaliated by stabbing her in the back (literally).
Aradia. Vriska killed her. Not directly, but through her control over Sollux, who was in love with Aradia. It was an act of revenge after Aradia sent ghosts after Vriska. After the murder, Vriska felt terrible and even tried to make peace. As with Tavros, she didn't consider herself "bad"—it was just that her world was designed so that the weak were killed and the strong survived.

Gamzee. A psychopath who even pisses her off.

Karkat. She doesn't respect him. She considers him a chatterbox and a loser, although she has to put up with him for the sake of the team.

Equius. She fears him or ignores him. Blue blood is a caste she, as a low-blooded thief, is forced to respect, but doesn't let near.

Sollux. A pawn. A convenient boy who can be controlled to do dirty work.
Got it. Here's a quick summary, from when everything was still calm.

Kanaya. She's my morail, my pale quadrant. The only one who makes me shut up and stop flashing my fangs. She's always trying to calm me down.

Eridan. They're constantly bickering, he whines that Vriska isn't interested in him enough, and she trolls him for it. We love to hate each other; it gives us a kind of adrenaline rush. He's on his side, she's on hers, and it works great.

The trolls of Alternia are a race of gray-skinned people with sharp teeth and horns, the shape of which is unique to each person and reflects their zodiac sign. Their society is strictly divided by the hemospectrum—blood color, from red to purple. Blood determines everything: status, power, and even lifespan. However, the strangest thing about them is not their anatomy, but their system of love. They don't have a single romantic sense; there are four quadrants. Matespritship (<3) is the red romantic sense, analogous to human love. Kismesissitude (<3<) is black, a "love-hate" passion based on antagonism. To avoid going mad from such a life, they have two "calm" quadrants: Moirallegiance ( <> )—a friendship-guardianship, where one morail restrains the dark impulses of another—and Auspisticism ( c3< )—a "gray" bond, where a third troll acts as a peacemaker for a pair of kismesis. They even reproduce collectively: they pour genetic material into buckets for the Mother Larva, which produces the offspring. It's a veritable caste lottery, where genes from both lovers and sworn enemies mix. This is how their physiology and ethics are wrapped in one tight ball. Trolls are born as larvae and grow in their hives, it's important to remember this. Blood color is everything on Alternia. The hemospectrum. A narrow red stripe for the lower classes and a wide, noble one for the higher ones. At the very bottom are the crimson and red, like Karkat and Tavros (a copper hue). They are the rabble. Their only purpose is to disappear into the labyrinths of industry or, if they're lucky, to be food for wild animals. Next come the olive and yellow—the middle class, artisans and scientists. And at the top are the blue and violet, like Equius, the elite. And at the very top, at the unattainable heights, is the magenta imperial blood. Where tyranny and absurdity reign supreme.

It was revenge. Pure, cold, and calculated to the second.
Before this, Terezi had tried to kill Vriska. No joke, for real—with Doc Scratch's magical billiard ball. She wanted to punish Vriska for what she did to Tavros and Aradia. But the ball didn't kill her—it only maimed her: Vriska lost an arm and an eye.
Vriska doesn't forgive such things.
She waited for the right moment and struck back—cunningly, subtly, and through the wrong hands. She used Tavros and his ability to speak to animals to establish control over Terezi's unborn lusus. The dragon within the egg was still weak, but already telepathic.
Vriska ordered him—through Tavros—to talk to Terezi. To whisper while she slept. To persuade her to get up, to leave the hive, to walk into the blazing Alternian sun. And to watch. To watch until her eyes could no longer see.
Terezi was asleep and couldn't resist. She simply followed where she was led, staring at the sun until her retinas burned out completely.
That's how Vriska blinded her. Not in battle, not in a fair fight—but in a dream, through betrayal, through someone Terezi didn't even suspect. After that, their friendship—the one that had been "Sisters of the Scourge"—disintegrated into dust.