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h0nkPlayer Info:
Nickname: Ryan
Age: 26
Personal LJ/DW:endless_sorcerer
Method of Contact: Plurk
Characters Played: Gilgamesh, Kanji Tatsumi
Character Info:
Name: Gamzee Makara
Age: Six swee-- I mean, 13.
Canon: Homestuck
Pull Point: prior to flipping the fuck out which should make everyone else's reactions to him being here extra hilarious maybe?
Background Info:
History: sup
Personality: HonK hOnK :o)
Gamzee is a rather silly troll. While the rest worry about things that actually matter, like not being complete fuckasses and getting culled for being failures, he pretty much keeps to himself and does the things he enjoys because why the hell not? He seems to be very into clowns for one reason or another. It's totally not his so called clown religion relating to the Mirthful Messiahs or anything nope. So much so that his entire room is littered in posters of creepy clowns and he's even gone as far as painting his face up!
He also has an unhealthy obsession with some fruity soda called Faygo and Sopor Pies, both which seem to be doing horrible things to his brain which oddly enough keep him from going sober and ruining everyone's day. He also likes bicycle horns. HoNk :o) Oh, and miracles. He's all about them miracles. Everything is miracles. Don't try to explain anything to him, it'll just get him pissed.
Putting those things aside, he's a pretty laid back dude. Maybe a little too laid back, seeing how he often zones out and loses track o whatever he's doing. Which can kind of get annoying to the people that actually attempt to deal with it. Still, he'd rather everyone be happy and do whatever they want. And maybe he'd like to split a faygo and spit some sick raps with them some time. And a few sloppy makeouts wouldn't be out of question, right? Of course not. ;o)
Ah, but it' not as if he's ALWAYS rainbows and miracles. No, no. There's a darker side to him. A side that he rarely ever shows because he KNOWS how dangerous and fucked up it is. That's the reason he eats so many Sopor Pies and drinks so much Faygo. They keep him chill. Without them, he hears the voices. The voices that demand him to murder. To cull all the motherfucking lowbloods because they need to know their place before the descendant of the Grand motherfucking Highblood. It's sad, but these urges are just natural for him due to his blood. Of course, it isn't that much of a problem since he'll be a rustblood in Prospero, right? You know, until the Dark Hour, anyways. Then you never know what might happen. HoNk HONK honk.
Game Specific:
Arcana: Temperance
Justification:
As previously mentioned, he kind of tries to balance out his KILL MURDER RAGE mode by consuming the fuck out of things that are pretty much rotting his brain. The pay off is that he doesn't actually end up murdering his bros.
When he is high as a kite, you could say he has a really good outlook on things. He sees all the positive things in the world, and really would just love for everyone to get along and experience the magic of MIRACLES~
But, yeah. The instability that comes with being a Highblood can be pretty problematic. Let's just hope it does get him into any trouble in his new home. :o)
Samples:
First Person Sample:
ShIt, I ThInK I DoNe wEnT AnD AlL WoKe uP In aNoThEr mOtHeRfUcKeR'S HiVe aGaIn. I DoN'T MeAn tO Do tHaT ShIt, BuT I GuEsS It jUsT HaPpEnS AfTeR A CrAzY NiGhT Of fAyGo sLaMmInG AnD WiCkEd rHyMe sPiTtInG. cOuLd aNy oF YoU BrOs tElL A MoThErFuCkEr wHeRe hE CaN FiNd tHe nEaReSt tRaNsPoRtAtIoN DeViCe sO I CaN GeT BaCk tO My oWn mOtHeRfUcKiNg hIvE? tHaT WoUlD Be cHiLl. :o)
Third Person Sample:
Midnight. The Dark Hour. Whatever you call it, a certain troll was never usually awake to experience it before. He had always tucked himself in waaaaay before such an hour. Because sleep was one of those many miracles he loved. So why was tonight any different than usual? It's funny, though. If he hadn't of stayed up, he wouldn't have gotten to see what exactly happens to him during that single hour of night. How his new found pink star monkey body changed back to a rather familiar grey skinned form. Complete with those large horns and razor sharp teeth. You have to understand how he got lost in his own reflection for a bit, because witnessing something like this was pretty damn amazing.
That is, until the voices started. The voices he thought he had under control. But this place lacked any Sopor that he could quickly make into pies to calm himself down with. He hadn't even been able to find any Faygo yet. There was no telling what would become of him. The voices grew louder as the minutes passed by so painfully slow He tried to ignore them as best as he could. But there's only so much you can take. And before he even realized it, he was wandering the streets with a makeshift weapon. Some random piece of metal piping or something. His eyes looked so unhinged, and the voices continued to edge him on to the point that he actually swung the pipe at inanimate objects in his rage. But then he found himself surrounded by shadows Most people would panic. The Highblood merely gave a wicked smile before rushing at one of the blobs and beating it until it was gone. He didn't even mind the others grabbing and clawing at him. He just simply made them wait their turn for their inevitable beat down.
Nickname: Ryan
Age: 26
Personal LJ/DW:
endless_sorcererMethod of Contact: Plurk
Characters Played: Gilgamesh, Kanji Tatsumi
Character Info:
Name: Gamzee Makara
Age: Six swee-- I mean, 13.
Canon: Homestuck
Pull Point: prior to flipping the fuck out which should make everyone else's reactions to him being here extra hilarious maybe?
Background Info:
History: sup
Personality: HonK hOnK :o)
Gamzee is a rather silly troll. While the rest worry about things that actually matter, like not being complete fuckasses and getting culled for being failures, he pretty much keeps to himself and does the things he enjoys because why the hell not? He seems to be very into clowns for one reason or another. It's totally not his so called clown religion relating to the Mirthful Messiahs or anything nope. So much so that his entire room is littered in posters of creepy clowns and he's even gone as far as painting his face up!
He also has an unhealthy obsession with some fruity soda called Faygo and Sopor Pies, both which seem to be doing horrible things to his brain which oddly enough keep him from going sober and ruining everyone's day. He also likes bicycle horns. HoNk :o) Oh, and miracles. He's all about them miracles. Everything is miracles. Don't try to explain anything to him, it'll just get him pissed.
Putting those things aside, he's a pretty laid back dude. Maybe a little too laid back, seeing how he often zones out and loses track o whatever he's doing. Which can kind of get annoying to the people that actually attempt to deal with it. Still, he'd rather everyone be happy and do whatever they want. And maybe he'd like to split a faygo and spit some sick raps with them some time. And a few sloppy makeouts wouldn't be out of question, right? Of course not. ;o)
Ah, but it' not as if he's ALWAYS rainbows and miracles. No, no. There's a darker side to him. A side that he rarely ever shows because he KNOWS how dangerous and fucked up it is. That's the reason he eats so many Sopor Pies and drinks so much Faygo. They keep him chill. Without them, he hears the voices. The voices that demand him to murder. To cull all the motherfucking lowbloods because they need to know their place before the descendant of the Grand motherfucking Highblood. It's sad, but these urges are just natural for him due to his blood. Of course, it isn't that much of a problem since he'll be a rustblood in Prospero, right? You know, until the Dark Hour, anyways. Then you never know what might happen. HoNk HONK honk.
Game Specific:
Arcana: Temperance
Justification:
As previously mentioned, he kind of tries to balance out his KILL MURDER RAGE mode by consuming the fuck out of things that are pretty much rotting his brain. The pay off is that he doesn't actually end up murdering his bros.
When he is high as a kite, you could say he has a really good outlook on things. He sees all the positive things in the world, and really would just love for everyone to get along and experience the magic of MIRACLES~
But, yeah. The instability that comes with being a Highblood can be pretty problematic. Let's just hope it does get him into any trouble in his new home. :o)
Samples:
First Person Sample:
ShIt, I ThInK I DoNe wEnT AnD AlL WoKe uP In aNoThEr mOtHeRfUcKeR'S HiVe aGaIn. I DoN'T MeAn tO Do tHaT ShIt, BuT I GuEsS It jUsT HaPpEnS AfTeR A CrAzY NiGhT Of fAyGo sLaMmInG AnD WiCkEd rHyMe sPiTtInG. cOuLd aNy oF YoU BrOs tElL A MoThErFuCkEr wHeRe hE CaN FiNd tHe nEaReSt tRaNsPoRtAtIoN DeViCe sO I CaN GeT BaCk tO My oWn mOtHeRfUcKiNg hIvE? tHaT WoUlD Be cHiLl. :o)
Third Person Sample:
Midnight. The Dark Hour. Whatever you call it, a certain troll was never usually awake to experience it before. He had always tucked himself in waaaaay before such an hour. Because sleep was one of those many miracles he loved. So why was tonight any different than usual? It's funny, though. If he hadn't of stayed up, he wouldn't have gotten to see what exactly happens to him during that single hour of night. How his new found pink star monkey body changed back to a rather familiar grey skinned form. Complete with those large horns and razor sharp teeth. You have to understand how he got lost in his own reflection for a bit, because witnessing something like this was pretty damn amazing.
That is, until the voices started. The voices he thought he had under control. But this place lacked any Sopor that he could quickly make into pies to calm himself down with. He hadn't even been able to find any Faygo yet. There was no telling what would become of him. The voices grew louder as the minutes passed by so painfully slow He tried to ignore them as best as he could. But there's only so much you can take. And before he even realized it, he was wandering the streets with a makeshift weapon. Some random piece of metal piping or something. His eyes looked so unhinged, and the voices continued to edge him on to the point that he actually swung the pipe at inanimate objects in his rage. But then he found himself surrounded by shadows Most people would panic. The Highblood merely gave a wicked smile before rushing at one of the blobs and beating it until it was gone. He didn't even mind the others grabbing and clawing at him. He just simply made them wait their turn for their inevitable beat down.
