Post by Gamzee Makara on Jan 23, 2011 23:32:14 GMT -5
Name: Gamzee Makara
Age: 14(bumping up one year so he can GO TO HIGH SCHOOL AW YEAH.)
Gender: Male
Height: unspecified, lets just say 5’11”
Weight: also unspecified, but his whole diet is basically slime pies and soda, so around… 130 lbs.
Physical Appearance: Gamzee looks strange. Very strange indeed. For starters, his skin is completely gray. Okay, that’s not so ba—OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CANDY CORN COLORED HORNS. Why yes, they are. Those are long, candy-corn colored horns jutting out of that mess he calls a hairstyle. And if you think those face-markings are natural, think again. That’s makeup. That’s clown-patterned, gray and white makeup.
…he has a lot of time on his hands. On top of all this, he wears a black T-shirt with the Capricorn sign on it, and black polka-dotted pants to keep up with his “clown” theme. His shoes are purple. They are made out of MIRACLES.
Picture: browse.deviantart.com/?q=Gamzee&order=9&offset=96#/d32x3oc
Personality: Gamzee is very laid back for a troll. Yes, a troll. It’s his species, and also part-time hobby. Well, not so much a hobby, because he’s a terrible troll. He’s way too nice, and tries to get along with most of the people he’s “trolling”. He appears to be very innocent and friendly, and he really does care for his friends, even if his advice is really crappy. All of these good traits would probably be better if he didn’t spew “motherfncker” every five freaking seconds.
He’s also either not very bright, or just super ignorant. He calls Karkat his best friend, but Karkat wants nothing to do with Gamzee, and has said so to his face, and not exactly in the nicest way possible.
One of the main aspects about Gamzee, however, is his undying belief in the power of miracles. You watch the sun set? Fncking miracle. Who tells the sun to set? WHO THE HELL KNOWS. You see a newborn baby? Fncking. Miracle. How did that baby even get so cute I mean seriously. Fncking magnets, how do they work? MIR-AC-LES, BRO. MIRACLES.
He also has one of the highest-ranking blood types of the trolls, but doesn’t act condescending to the others whatsoever. He just goes with the flow… which happens to piss Equius off a significant amount.
But like all trolls, he has a strange typing quirk, in which he tYpEs In AlTeRnAtInG cApS. He CaN tYpE nOrMaLlY bUt ThAt just doesn’t feel right, YoU kNoW wHaT iM sAyInG bRo? He also has the habit of adding a “
)” smiley to some of his sentences, which is usually accompanied by “hOnK”. Speaking of honks, he has no clue how to clean up after himself and leaves his clown horns everywhere. He frequently forgets that they are everywhere, and will step on them and scare the living daylights out of himself.
History: Gamzee himself has no motherfncking idea how he got here. He can’t remember jack sh!t. It was probably a transportalizer accident or something. But he does know, HOWEVER he got here from his home planet, it was the work of miracles. Before he randomly appearified at the school, he was probably in his hive on Alternia, baking Sopor slime pies that aren’t exactly healthy and drinking Faygo(or as he calls it “the wicked elixir”) that aren’t really healthy either. Most trolls consider both these things very hindering to ones ability to think straight.
House: VeNoMfAnG, bRoOoOsKi.
Allies: Everyone! Because no matter who anyone is, they’re good on the inside.
Enemies: He tries not to make enemies.
Love Interest: Left to RP, but troll romance is incredibly complicated. Would rather not go into this lolol
Year at School: He's a freshyyyy. Holy crud he swears a lot for a freshman.
Favorite Subject: All of them. DoNt Be DiScRiMiNaTiN oN, bRo.
Peace or Power: PeAcE mOtHeRfNcKeR
Sample Post: Gamzee didn’t quite know what a school was. As far as he knew, it was just another weird human thing. Trolls don’t go to school, that’s silly. But nevertheless, here he was at one of them, and he was perfectly content, if not a little excited. Due to his sudden appearance at this strange yet wonderful new place, he was unable to receive the chance to pack a suitcase. He didn’t have his bicycle horns, his juggling pins, or anything. Not even THE WICKED ELIXIR. This was very sad indeed.
But Gamzee don’t care none if he don’t got that sh!t. He can find a different type of wicked elixir to get addicted to, and make slime pies out of Earth slime or something. Earth had slime, right? He was sure it did. What kind of motherfncking civilization doesn’t have slime? A stupid one, that’s what. But the troll had no right to talk, for he was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. And regardless of how stupid the civilization was, he still loved it.
Finally, after getting lost about seven times and spacing out on numerous occasions, he found his dorm room. It wasn’t nearly as big as his hive, but it was still “pReTtY dOpE”. Home is where the heart is, after all. He really did hope he had a roommate, but if he didn’t, that’s cool too. This place seemed pretty chill.
Age: 14(bumping up one year so he can GO TO HIGH SCHOOL AW YEAH.)
Gender: Male
Height: unspecified, lets just say 5’11”
Weight: also unspecified, but his whole diet is basically slime pies and soda, so around… 130 lbs.
Physical Appearance: Gamzee looks strange. Very strange indeed. For starters, his skin is completely gray. Okay, that’s not so ba—OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CANDY CORN COLORED HORNS. Why yes, they are. Those are long, candy-corn colored horns jutting out of that mess he calls a hairstyle. And if you think those face-markings are natural, think again. That’s makeup. That’s clown-patterned, gray and white makeup.
…he has a lot of time on his hands. On top of all this, he wears a black T-shirt with the Capricorn sign on it, and black polka-dotted pants to keep up with his “clown” theme. His shoes are purple. They are made out of MIRACLES.
Picture: browse.deviantart.com/?q=Gamzee&order=9&offset=96#/d32x3oc
Personality: Gamzee is very laid back for a troll. Yes, a troll. It’s his species, and also part-time hobby. Well, not so much a hobby, because he’s a terrible troll. He’s way too nice, and tries to get along with most of the people he’s “trolling”. He appears to be very innocent and friendly, and he really does care for his friends, even if his advice is really crappy. All of these good traits would probably be better if he didn’t spew “motherfncker” every five freaking seconds.
He’s also either not very bright, or just super ignorant. He calls Karkat his best friend, but Karkat wants nothing to do with Gamzee, and has said so to his face, and not exactly in the nicest way possible.
One of the main aspects about Gamzee, however, is his undying belief in the power of miracles. You watch the sun set? Fncking miracle. Who tells the sun to set? WHO THE HELL KNOWS. You see a newborn baby? Fncking. Miracle. How did that baby even get so cute I mean seriously. Fncking magnets, how do they work? MIR-AC-LES, BRO. MIRACLES.
He also has one of the highest-ranking blood types of the trolls, but doesn’t act condescending to the others whatsoever. He just goes with the flow… which happens to piss Equius off a significant amount.
But like all trolls, he has a strange typing quirk, in which he tYpEs In AlTeRnAtInG cApS. He CaN tYpE nOrMaLlY bUt ThAt just doesn’t feel right, YoU kNoW wHaT iM sAyInG bRo? He also has the habit of adding a “
)” smiley to some of his sentences, which is usually accompanied by “hOnK”. Speaking of honks, he has no clue how to clean up after himself and leaves his clown horns everywhere. He frequently forgets that they are everywhere, and will step on them and scare the living daylights out of himself.History: Gamzee himself has no motherfncking idea how he got here. He can’t remember jack sh!t. It was probably a transportalizer accident or something. But he does know, HOWEVER he got here from his home planet, it was the work of miracles. Before he randomly appearified at the school, he was probably in his hive on Alternia, baking Sopor slime pies that aren’t exactly healthy and drinking Faygo(or as he calls it “the wicked elixir”) that aren’t really healthy either. Most trolls consider both these things very hindering to ones ability to think straight.
House: VeNoMfAnG, bRoOoOsKi.
Allies: Everyone! Because no matter who anyone is, they’re good on the inside.
Enemies: He tries not to make enemies.
Love Interest: Left to RP, but troll romance is incredibly complicated. Would rather not go into this lolol
Year at School: He's a freshyyyy. Holy crud he swears a lot for a freshman.
Favorite Subject: All of them. DoNt Be DiScRiMiNaTiN oN, bRo.
Peace or Power: PeAcE mOtHeRfNcKeR
Sample Post: Gamzee didn’t quite know what a school was. As far as he knew, it was just another weird human thing. Trolls don’t go to school, that’s silly. But nevertheless, here he was at one of them, and he was perfectly content, if not a little excited. Due to his sudden appearance at this strange yet wonderful new place, he was unable to receive the chance to pack a suitcase. He didn’t have his bicycle horns, his juggling pins, or anything. Not even THE WICKED ELIXIR. This was very sad indeed.
But Gamzee don’t care none if he don’t got that sh!t. He can find a different type of wicked elixir to get addicted to, and make slime pies out of Earth slime or something. Earth had slime, right? He was sure it did. What kind of motherfncking civilization doesn’t have slime? A stupid one, that’s what. But the troll had no right to talk, for he was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. And regardless of how stupid the civilization was, he still loved it.
Finally, after getting lost about seven times and spacing out on numerous occasions, he found his dorm room. It wasn’t nearly as big as his hive, but it was still “pReTtY dOpE”. Home is where the heart is, after all. He really did hope he had a roommate, but if he didn’t, that’s cool too. This place seemed pretty chill.
