- Carries a BFQ, a Big Frickin' Quill, and can use it to Rewrite Reality.
- Displays the AATAFOVS logo proudly.
- On the belt...
- An Idiot Ball, for stupefying opponents. But carrying it means she often forgets what it's there for. When not holding the ball, she is a devastating chess master.
- An icon of Tropey the Wonder Dog, her beloved pet.
- A gun. A Russian revolver, to be specific.note
- She can also use Chekhov's Gun, if it's been introduced in a small role earlier.
- A television remote control.
- A video game system, specifically a Game Boy Advance.
- Sometimes seen with a Weirdness Magnet used to locate and attract strange situations.
- More belts. Which also happen to be Wicks.
- She can also combine these with practically anything for near-infinite results.
- Has blue hair and heterochromia (an obvious allusion to her sailor ways). Her blue hair and orange top form the TV Tropes colour scheme.
- Sports a Cute Little Fang. Sometimes gives her Fang Thpeak.
- Has Youthful Freckles too, quite fittingly.
- Buys her clothes at a rummage sale.
- May also sport a nice lampshade hat.
- Her goggles used to do nothing, but have since been upgraded to see through time. (They also keep people from plucking her eyes out. You never know, after all.)
- The hairstyle is symbolical of the eternal Lumper vs. Splitter wars.
- As drawn, her shirt reveals her navel. She may, at her leisure, contemplate it.
- Wears brown pants, but swears it's because they were the cheapest thing on the rack. Riiiight.
- Has really Nice Shoes. They function as her "other utility" that allows her to grind exceptionally well, run at mach 1000, make long distance phone calls, are completely flame retardant, but mainly used for slapping her enemies with. Oh and they allow her to fly.
- Engaged in her life's work, pointing things out.
- Is a Pettanko, but suffers from A-Cup Angst because she's been led to think Buxom Is Better.
- Is So Cool She's Awesome.
- As a meta example, her color scheme was also the inspiration for the logo◊.
- She is Ambidextrous.
- She may be Bisexual, or not.
- Is a Cute Witch, but make no mistake, she's a Cute Bruiser as well, and all-around Little Miss Badass.
- She may seem sarcastic at times, but if you get to know her, you'll find she is a Jerk with a Heart of Gold.
- Also, may or may not have a Slap-Slap-Kiss romance with that devilish yet sincere fellow known as Tubeelzebub...
- We think The Advertisement Server doesn't like her, or at the very least, thinks she needs to clean her teeth, go to a tanning salon, change her hair and/or use some wrinkle cream. He has also called her a Virgin (Records), which she denies. In fairness, it would explain the source of all her power.
- Is not a bomb-thrower despite the AATAFOVS badge, but does show a disdain for authority. She believes that the justification for all authority is rooted in the use of force. Her preferred politics are oriented more towards watery tarts dispensing sacred relics. This naturally limits her choices in the voting booth, forcing her to Take a Third Option every time.
- Her mentor was Crystal Dragon Jesus (until he made a Heroic Sacrifice) and died. He did Go Out with a Smile in an Obi-Wan Moment, however.
- He got better, and went on to his own story arc.
- Recently discovered to have some sisters, Separated at Birth. Mysterious Waif-tan is one. Black Magician Girl-tan is another.
- Some people say that she's probably Sailor Trope, too. Everything's a sailor nowadays.
- They probably noticed a strange asterisk on her belt
- That's a remnant from her time as the Ego in a Power Trio with Wikipe-tan (Superego) and Uncyclo-tan (Id). They see each other once in a while these days, mostly just for fun and memories.
- Her transformation has her clothes melt away, then Trope-tan is enveloped with film reels. An explosion of text reveals her costume.
- Has also been heard rehearsing a little speech as a Pre-Asskicking One-Liner.
- Her conscience has two sides: Darth-tan and Sugarplum-tan. It's arguable that she has a third side but the rumor has yet to be confirmed. See below for details.
- She is not bad, but not entirely good either. She may or may not have a Super-Powered Evil Side named Gigatrope-tan, AKA The Wiki Witch of the Web. Those who say she does have lost their minds to the Wiki Effect and can no longer think straight.
- Is both Older Than They Think and Newer Than They Think. Something about wibbily-wobbily, or somesuch.
- She also has a fridge that's somehow able to warp reality itself, not that it's a Bad Thing. In fact, it's brilliant.
- She owns Tropey the Wonder Dog, but not the Natterhound, who is kept in an automated doghouse maintained by The Advertisement Server. In retrospect, perhaps that wasn't such a good idea...
- Her favorite dance is the Caramelldansen.
- She might possibly be a Time Lady but she might not;the jury's still out on this one.
- Does, in fact, edit TV Tropes itself. *cough*
- Her specific Big Bad is The Hivemind Behind Darth Wiki. The Dragon's are all of the Data Vampires, and trolls on the forums, also Wiki Vandals.
- Can kick a lot of ass in a fight, though loses just as often. This results in her getting tied up and gagged, though not for long, because she can always find something to cut herself loose with.
- Of course, she keeps robot doubles around to take the heat sometimes. Also, housework.
- Has a Gender Flipped form known as, you guessed it, Trope-kun.
Magical Girl Anthropomorphic Trope-tan by KoverasIn a World where reality and fiction exist side by side, Ordinary High-School Student Trope-tan falls into possession of a powerful artifact on her sixteenth birthday: a magical staff named Tinstan that allows her to bring lost or obscure tropes back to life in full glory. Determined to do good to the world, she starts on a path of Wiki Magician, searching for and improving such tropes. Things get difficult when the Dark Magical Girl Wikipe-tan (Elegant Gothic Lolita attire included) is sent by her evil mother Wikimedea to Trope-tan's world to search and destroy all in-universe Elements of Fiction, armed with such devastating spells as NPOV, Citation Needed, and Speedy Deletion (called out in Gratuitous English). And it all gets really complicated when a Cool Ship from TVTI shows up. TVTI is an interuniversal organization of "tropers" who strive to achieve balance and integrity among the tropes before they ruin all life in the multiverse. This balance is now about to crumble thanks to Trope-tan's indiscriminate resurrection, Wikipe-tan's indiscriminate deletion, and the epic Edit War between them. The tropers also have a secret agenda to slash and ship Trope-tan/Wikipe-tan in every manner possible, so tensions between them are beginning to rise...
Trope-tan and the Stealer of the Spotlight by PetemanIt Was a Dark and Stormy Night. Trope-tan stood over the broken body of Firefox-Tan, cackling triumphantly over her victim. Wikipe-Tan stood there in her leather pants, growling, "This is what happens where the is no notability! Editors run amok and there is nothing to stop them" But Trope-tan walked over, and grabbed her arm, and all Wikipe-Tan could do was scream "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!!" as she broke down crying. Trope-tan threw her to the ground, then kicked her unconscious down a manhole into the Absurdly Spacious Sewer. Firefox-Tan picked herself off the ground. She needed to stop Trope-tan, so she shouted "In the Name of Google, I will use my Search Engine powers to defeat you!" at which point, she summoned her frost powers to blast Trope-tan... She fired her giant ultimate unstoppable multi-blast frost beam attack... but Trope-tan deflected it easily. Trope-tan skated toward Firefox-Tan, saying "Foolish girl! You could not hope to defeat me..." That's when Ulysses Tristan Steven Ytram appeared out of nowhere, yelling "Have no fear citizen! U.T.S. Ytram is here!" Trope-tan was so mesmerized by U.T.S. Ytram's dramatic entrance and unbelievable charisma that she went out of control and slammed into a wall. She was even more mesmerized when the dashing young man, along with his giant sword, walked over to her, picked up her quill, and without trying, instantly began wielding it like a master. Awed by his mastery and realizing that she stood no chance against this unbelievably attractive man, she swooned instantly and became good. She approached the man but the clean and pleasant smelling girls Firefox-Tan and Wikipe-Tan charged her. "He's mine! No! Mine!" came the exchange between them, but seconds later, they realized that his awesome magnificense and his giant... sword could be shared between the three of them. They were about to insert parts of him and each other into each other... ... When Trope-tan awoke bolting upright screaming "NOOOOOOOO!" Gasping, she realized that whatever just happened, it wasn't real. She took a few calming breaths. Meanwhile, watching on his telescope, Ulysses Tristan Steven Ytram smiled as the girl went back to sleep, "Soon my dear... very soon..."
Trope-tan and the Start of Darkness by VifetoileTrope-tan, with Tropey the Wonder Dog faithfully at her side, put down her quill one evening and gazed up at the stars. "Ah, Tropey," she said absently, "How did it come to this? One day I was an Ordinary High-School Student, just trying to live a normal life, but then the Call came, and I Jumped at the Call. Who could blame me? Nothing Exciting Ever Happens Here - or so I thought. As You Know, Wikimedea had chosen me to train in the arts of Wiki Magic and seeing past the Fourth Wall. She trained me alongside her own daughter, Wikipe-tan... she promised that one day I might find the significance of this trinket that my parents left me..." She fingered the ring on the chain around her neck for a minute, before resuming her story. "Wikipe-Tan and I were the best of friends, even if we were rivals... but when the time came to grant us the true status of Dark Magician Girls, Wikimedea scorned me. She said that my complete lack of notability and my irrepressible urge to hang lampshades meant I could never be a force to reckon with Wikipe-Tan in my wildest dreams. She said I had too much heart!" Trope-tan grit her Cute Little Fangs together, her one ruby eye and one emerald eye glaring. "I thought Wikipe-Tan might at least stand up to her mother - but she'd grown proud. She turned her back on me. And since that day," Trope-tan gripped the Big Frickin' Quill again, "I am the only one allowed to defeat her!" Trope-tan was startled by the sound of a clap. A slow clap, slow and sarcastic. She turned. A Tall, Dark and Snarky fellow, who seemed another Ordinary High-School Student, was standing there, wearing a black shirt with the NBC peacock on it. "Incredible. Unbelievable. I don't think I've ever seen a less subtle insertion of plot exposition. Well done. I think my ears are ringing with the clanging of the metaphorical anvils." "It was totally believable! I was talking to my dog!" "And where is that dog now?" He asked. "She's..." Trope-tan looked around, but Tropey had left her feet. Instead Tropey was at the feet of the man, who was more roguishly handsome the more Trope-tan looked at him. Tropey kept licking the man on the hand affectionately. "Believe this is yours." He Pet the Dog curtly and sent her back to Trope-tan. He turned and walked away. "But wait! Who are you?" Trope-tan called after him. "I'll just be around whenever your ego needs a deflation. Spare the snark, spoil the MoeMoe..." He disappeared into the shadows, leaving Trope-tan and Tropey alone in the night, which was promising to be dark and stormy.
Notability by iambic5
- A very interesting fic, to say the least, featuring a Trope-tan who's a tease, and a Wikipe-kun who doesn't quite know what to do when faced with her.
May 17, 2009 by 1angelette
Origins of Darth-tan by Ice WolfklaskeIt was at the end of a minor, but vicious flame war. The forces of light and law had emerged victorious, and what little trolls had survived were weary, wounded or altered beyond their previous forms, no longer recognizable as troll. Amidst this chaos and destruction a lone child arose. Wounded deeply by the violence, both physically and mentally, she looked saw upon her fallen kin and realized. And a terrible realisation it was. But unlike those of her kin who came upon this knowledge more gradually, and in kinder circumstances, she did not join the legions of order. Her heart was hardened by the bitterness of the rivalry, and she decided, with all her skill and potential, to remain on the side she had been born into, but with this realization within her. This knowledge, that she cultivated and sharpened as one would a wicked living blade, which aided her in her quest against her adversaries. The wounds closed, the scars mostly faded, but her health remained weak, suspicible to fevers, her one leg and arm nearly so weak as to be useless. This did not stop her. As the heat of fevers burned in her body, in her soul burned an icy cold more strongly, with determination and a resolve that did not waver. And she became the most dangerous of many. Her name was not known, and she rarely spoke. But her strength, ah, her deceptive and terrible strength within that frail body. She became a much sought after warrior, until at last, she found her place, her resolve ever burning. And she has been very, very useful to us.
Trope-tan and the Ordo Tropus by Jamaican CastleIn the grim dark future... there is a woman. This woman knows how the universe works. Clad in hardened steel and salvaged armor, for these are the signs of her time, she strides out to defend the last bastions of Humanity and the great Imperium. Locked behind her lampshade helmet, it is said she fears no foe, and needs not see them, for she knows the very heart of Eldar and Tau, Ork and Tyrannid, Necron and Chaos - even Man himself. You shall know her by her signs: the sigil of her creed, the chain-quill, the blue and orange livery of her Ordo Tropus. Pray to the Emperor that she come in your time of need, for her knowledge turns the tide of battles, and without it you will be forced to stumble blindly in the dark. None know the source of this woman, or her knowledge, or her order - except the mysterious one herself. Hilarity Ensues. Also featuring Gla DOS Sat Nav! Time seemed to slow down. In excruciating detail, Trope-tan saw the laser beam leave the barrel of Wikipe-tan's Ray Gun, and she saw Tubeelzebub turn, and his eyes widen, just in time to take the blow straight to the heart. "NOOOO!" Trope-tan screamed. She got to her feet and ran to his side. Wikipe-tan stared at Tubeelzebub's fallen body, in silent horror, before gathering herself and making a exit, stage left. Trope-tan fell to her knees beside Tubeelzebub's motionless form. She pulled him into her lap, a bit awkwardly, but careful to cradle his head. "Tubey," she said, "Tubey, talk to me, come on, open your eyes..." Tubeelzebub's black eyes opened, and he made a face. "I told you, don't call me Tubey..." Trope-tan's relief turned into horror and dread as Tubeelzebub gasped and shrunk in on himself, growing colder by the moment. "I think this is it for me," he choked. "That was one frickin' precise laser beam." He gave a dark laugh. "At least it wasn't a Shot in the Ass—ow—" "No, no, no," Trope-tan said, shaking him a little. "How Dare You Die on Me!, Soldier! I need you! You've taught me so much! Please Don't Leave Me..." she trailed off, as Tubeelzebub's hand lifted to brush away her tears. He nodded. "You're right... Everything I've taught you will stay with you. So I'll never really be gone. You can always find me in the archives." Trope-tan nodded, tears running down her face. She took a deep breath, and blurted, "Tubeelzebub, I never could bring myself to say it before, but I love you!" He smiled. Then his eyes closed. As Trope-tan held him, her tears running dry, Beelzebub's body began to grow lighter — as in, easier to lift and brighter to look at. As she watched, he began to dissolve into pixels of all colors, that lifted away and up, and filled Trope-tan with a sense of peace, in the midst of her grief. When his body entirely vanished, she sat there a while, and then got to her feet, pushed back her hair, and set forth, trembling only a little, out of this story and into a new one.
Maid Types: Heroine / Boyish
- Hair- Blue
- Eyes- Heterochromia
- Uniform- Orange
Maid Power: 4-D dress
Stress Expolsion!: Heroic BSOD
Special Qualities: Overactive immagination, Otaku (pop-culture/fiction)
Maid Weapons: Giant Quill
Appearance and Personality: Her maid uniform is... interesting to say the least. The pieces look like the kind of things you would find at a garage sale, somehow arranged to give the appearance of a maid uniform. She is very knowlegeable about pop culture and tropes in fiction, and often remarks on tropes that occur in her daily life. However, others tend to mistake this for her imagination getting the better of her.
Notes (Items, etc...):
Her uniform is nonstandard. This is how it breaks down with regards to the Removal/Disrobing rules.
- Headdress: Goggles
- Apron: Belts
- Blouse: Midriff (not attatched to skirt). Lots of detail work around the bust and sleeves.
- Skirt: Brown button-up overskirt with orange underskirts and frills. Looks to have already taken damage in the past...
- Underwear: Cute orange and blue boyshorts with matching sportsbra.
- Stockings: Long orange white and blue striped socks.
PL 8 (135 pp) Str 10
Will 3 (+6)
Fort 3 (+3)
Ref 3 (+6) Attack +10
Defense +10 Skills
Acrobatics 4 (+7)
Notice 5 (+8)
Knowledge (Pop Culture) 13 (+16)
Perform (Oratory) 10 (+16) Feats
Equipment 2, Fascinate, Improvised Tools, Luck 3, Jack of All Trades, Kawaii, Rousing Speech, Slap Silly, Teamwork, Ultimate Pop Culture, Ultimate Toughness, YKTTW* , Zen Strike
* As Ritualist, but with Pop Culture instead of Arcane Lore. Utility Belt (10 ep/2pp)
-Nagant M 1895 (Blast 4) (8 points)
-Idiot Ball (Confuse 8) (1 point)
-The Remote Control (Datalink 7, Machine Control) 1 point Powers:
Shapeshifting 2 (16 pp)
Luck Control 1 (negate GM fiat, 3 points)
Force Field 6 (6 pp)
Device 1 (BFQ) (3 pp)
-Strike 3, Mighty, Extended Reach
Device 1 (Goggles) (4 pp)
-Supersenses 5: Postcognition, Microvision Combat:
Init +3, Attack +10, Damage +3 (unarmed)/+6 (BFQ), Defense +10 Notes: Trope-tan would be fun to play as. She would be a starting PL8 if she lost the shapeshifting, but I can't bring myself to take away her powers as the plot demands. I guess you could represent that with the not!Ritualist feat if you had to. Kawaii, Rousing Speech, Slap Silly and Zen Strike are from Mecha & Manga. Trope-tan is very much a team player. The quill is kind of boring as it stands, but hey. Oh, and if you're wondering why she doesn't have any combat style feats it's because she just does Flynning.
Trope-tan glows and screams "In the name of this troper, I will justifyingly edit you!". Then she jumps upwards off the screen and causes random trope names start appearing, flying across the screen, hurting anyone they come in contact with. Finally, Trope-tan arrives back on-screen.
- She appeared as an NPC in Season One of The Massive Multi-Fandom RPG. Unfortunately, Anonymous did some pretty terrible things to her.Thankfully, it wasn't the real Trope-tan. Another version of her appears in The Stinger to rescue a character from A Fate Worse Than Death.
- She, and several more of her, play a vital role in Season 2. The 666th alternate version of her ran amok. When the actions of Ol' Sixes create a 'secure testing environment' that various heroes and villains from all over fiction are trapped inside, Trope-tan, her 'sisters' from alternate worlds, and even the forces of Anonymous unite to try and break them out. Eventually, Sixes steals the power of the Troper and becomes The Wiki Witch of the Web. Unlucky for her, that power spirals out of control, and she ends up unable to control herself as she fights the prisoners as Gigatrope-tan. Finally, she is beaten down to a shadow of her old self, and taken into custody by her sisters, where she seems on the road to recovery, both mentally and physically.
- The Trope-tans are also mentioned offhandedly by Moja at the beginning of A Game Of Gods: Taskforce Sifuri as a candidate for a multiversal treasure hunt.