Post by aberrantArbiter on Feb 8, 2013 22:30:45 GMT -5
Name: Gamzee Makara
Title (optional): None
Blood Color: Indigo (Hex code 2b0057)
Age: 8 sweeps (17 earth years)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Currently a Novice Subjugglator.
Appearance:
Personality: Gamzee had never exactly been considered normal. He is, in essence, a laid-back crowd-pleaser. He would do literally anything for a friend, including give up a long-time drug addiction, and he would do it with only the most mirthful of grins. Though he couldn’t really be called stupid (although it’s easy to mistaken him as such), he never took much interest in his schoolfeeding, and so only knows the most basic of math and grammar. He’s cool with that though. So long as he’s comfortable with the way he talks and nobody bothers teaching him how to string together a proper sentence, he’s all good.
Gamzee is also obnoxiously friendly and painfully nice. He never much cared for fighting and war, although his blood caste dictated where he would be placed. He can’t complain about his job, though. There are plenty of new people around to befriend, and despite his awe-inspiring social awkwardness and obliviousness, he will make friends Messiahs dammit.
Which brings the narrator to the most important of points. Gamzee is incredibly religious. Everything and anything he does can and will connect to his precious Mirthful Messiahs, bringers of joy and blood-laced faith, the single most important things in his life. His explanation for everything, and his solution for and excuse for putting off every problem he has ever had.
Subject to radical change.
Weapon/Strifekind: Clubkind
History: Gamzee started life in the caverns burrowed through the long-captured planet, like every other grub. He had survived the trials, and was now a free troll. He was scooped up by an aquatic beardbeast and was taken to his beach, where along the way he pupated into a wiggler. Upon arrival, he was sat down and told to design his hive, which the young Gamzee Makara promptly did. After seeing through the construction of Gamzee’s house and protecting the little wiggler from the harshness of the sun during construction, Gamzee’s lusus swam away.
Gamzee would not see his old goat for another perigee.
In the meantime, Gamzee had discovered the wonders of the Internet and sopor slime. He met friends, enemies, acquaintances, and even his precious messiahs. He grew and survived until one day, on his eighth wriggling day, he was drafted into the Alternian Military, forcing him to ditch the slime. Since then he’s been training night and day, and even bought a human to keep him company. He keeps it in his room and talks to it when he can’t sleep. He aspires to one day climb the ladder and maybe take the military under his wing. Who knows? Miracles do happen sometimes.
Roleplay Sample: Some days, training was just so wonderful. And then you got the drill instructors on your ass, all yelling at a motherfucker what to get his fuckin tail in gear, what is he, a lowblood? All calling him undeserving and disgusting what like it really fuckin matters what they are all judging a motherfucker to do. But it’s all good, he’s chill with it. The Messiahs surely just placed them here to make him a better troll, and that shit is it.
He sighed contentedly, flopping down on the fluffy pile of clothes he had built up. He allowed his eyes to slip shut, relaxing his mind.
He was barely conscious of his starting to ramble to his human, and was even less aware of what he was saying, but frankly he didn’t care. It was just a little human, not a problem. He could just do this for hours, and believe him, he would.
Player Information
Nickname(s): Aberrant
Cbox handle: aberrantArbiter
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: Roughly for seven years.
Title (optional): None
Blood Color: Indigo (Hex code 2b0057)
Age: 8 sweeps (17 earth years)
Gender: Male
Occupation: Currently a Novice Subjugglator.
Appearance:
Personality: Gamzee had never exactly been considered normal. He is, in essence, a laid-back crowd-pleaser. He would do literally anything for a friend, including give up a long-time drug addiction, and he would do it with only the most mirthful of grins. Though he couldn’t really be called stupid (although it’s easy to mistaken him as such), he never took much interest in his schoolfeeding, and so only knows the most basic of math and grammar. He’s cool with that though. So long as he’s comfortable with the way he talks and nobody bothers teaching him how to string together a proper sentence, he’s all good.
Gamzee is also obnoxiously friendly and painfully nice. He never much cared for fighting and war, although his blood caste dictated where he would be placed. He can’t complain about his job, though. There are plenty of new people around to befriend, and despite his awe-inspiring social awkwardness and obliviousness, he will make friends Messiahs dammit.
Which brings the narrator to the most important of points. Gamzee is incredibly religious. Everything and anything he does can and will connect to his precious Mirthful Messiahs, bringers of joy and blood-laced faith, the single most important things in his life. His explanation for everything, and his solution for and excuse for putting off every problem he has ever had.
Subject to radical change.
Weapon/Strifekind: Clubkind
History: Gamzee started life in the caverns burrowed through the long-captured planet, like every other grub. He had survived the trials, and was now a free troll. He was scooped up by an aquatic beardbeast and was taken to his beach, where along the way he pupated into a wiggler. Upon arrival, he was sat down and told to design his hive, which the young Gamzee Makara promptly did. After seeing through the construction of Gamzee’s house and protecting the little wiggler from the harshness of the sun during construction, Gamzee’s lusus swam away.
Gamzee would not see his old goat for another perigee.
In the meantime, Gamzee had discovered the wonders of the Internet and sopor slime. He met friends, enemies, acquaintances, and even his precious messiahs. He grew and survived until one day, on his eighth wriggling day, he was drafted into the Alternian Military, forcing him to ditch the slime. Since then he’s been training night and day, and even bought a human to keep him company. He keeps it in his room and talks to it when he can’t sleep. He aspires to one day climb the ladder and maybe take the military under his wing. Who knows? Miracles do happen sometimes.
Roleplay Sample: Some days, training was just so wonderful. And then you got the drill instructors on your ass, all yelling at a motherfucker what to get his fuckin tail in gear, what is he, a lowblood? All calling him undeserving and disgusting what like it really fuckin matters what they are all judging a motherfucker to do. But it’s all good, he’s chill with it. The Messiahs surely just placed them here to make him a better troll, and that shit is it.
He sighed contentedly, flopping down on the fluffy pile of clothes he had built up. He allowed his eyes to slip shut, relaxing his mind.
He was barely conscious of his starting to ramble to his human, and was even less aware of what he was saying, but frankly he didn’t care. It was just a little human, not a problem. He could just do this for hours, and believe him, he would.
Player Information
Nickname(s): Aberrant
Cbox handle: aberrantArbiter
How long have you been Writing/Roleplaying?: Roughly for seven years.