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PLAYER INFO.
Name: Abby
Age: 21
Timezone: GMT -6 until August; GMT +1, August and after
Methods of contact: aim: xherrdoktor msn: une.rosepourtoi@hotmail.fr
Characters you currently play: n/a
I am apping my character from another game: n/a
CHARACTER INFO.
✖ BASIC
Character Name: Gamzee Makara
Character Age: 6 solar sweeps; 13
Aging Up?: 18
Canon & Canon Point: Homestuck; prior to being shown the ICP video, "Miracles"
✖ DEPTH.
History: right here, yo
Personality:
Gamzee’s Trollian handle simplifies his personality almost completely: terminally capricious. That is, Gamzee is prone to abrupt changes in his mood and behaviour. There is a direct correlation between his changes in mood in his sopor supply.
Sopor slime is a green substance that is in Recuperacoons, which are troll beds. Most trolls know that the slime should never be consumed because it does “weird things to a troll’s head.” Unfortunately for Gamzee, he did not have the best Lusus in the world. Instead of looking out for him and teaching him the essential things he needed to know, Sea-Goat dad spent most of his time out at sea, leaving Gamzee to fend for himself. Because of this, Gamzee began making pies out of the sopor slime at some point in his life. The result of consuming the slime made him the equivalent of being stoned. When he is in this state, he is more relaxed and laidback.
Gamzee is devout to his Juggalo-esque religion, in which he prays to the MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS and awaits the Vast Honk, which would be the rise of the band of rowdy and capricious minstrels on the paradise planet that doesn’t exist yet—with music, faygo, miracle appreciation and copious amounts of special stardust.
From his perspective, the world is full of miracles. From the carbonation in soda bottles to the technology that allows him to communicate with his friends through the computer, everything is a miracle. He chooses this blissful ignorance over learning the truth because it takes away his miracles, as he explains to Karkat:
CG: IT'S CARBONATION YOU IGNORANT DOUCHE.
CG: TRY GETTING SCHOOLFED SOME TIME INSTEAD OF SLURPING DOWN THAT WEIRD SWILL ALL DAY AND FONDLING YOUR STUPID HORNS.
TC: No No BrO, i DoN't WaNnA kNoW, dOn'T eVeN tElL mE.
TC: kNoWiNg ShIt JuSt StEaLs Up AlL tHe FuCkIn MaGiC fRoM mY mIrAcLeS lIkE a MoThErFuCkIn ThIeF.
TC: AnD tHaT aIn'T cOoL.
In this sense, Gamzee does not adjust well to change. For example, in the post-scratch timeline, the combination of running out of sopor slime and Dave showing him the ICP video, “Miracles” was enough to completely push him over the edge. That was when he realized that many things he believed in were a lie, down to coming to the realization the sopor slime was bad for him and that he was both of the messiahs from his religion.
Gamzee’s clown-loving and other eccentricities aside, he has a good personality and a caring heart. He knows that what he believes and feels is perhaps unconventional but, “i'Ve gOt tO BeLiEvE At wHaT My hEaRt tElLs iN Me, EvEn iF It's a fAkE ThInG “ Friendship is very important to him—he is constantly checking up on his friends to make sure they’re okay. (Such as Karkat, whose insults he takes with a grain of salt because that’s his best friend.) In the case of them being upset, he tries to help, although his advice tends to not be useful at all, as it usually boils down to waiting for a miracle. His intentions are sincere, though.
Although it’s not apparent when Gamzee is stoned on the sopor, he is quite intelligent. The sopor dulls his mind and leaves him constantly zoning out. When his mind of clear of those toxins, he has a certain type of cunning about him that someone of low-intelligence isn’t capable of. Taking a look at the events that followed the scratch, Gamzee goes out of his way to mess with Terezi and set her up with fighting Vriska.
Abilities & Weaknesses:
Gamzee is a troll, which means that compared to a human, he’s stronger and can endure much more. Troll culture is more violent and they are forced to learn to be self-sufficient from a young age.
Out of the land-dwelling trolls, Gamzee has the highest ranking blood, which is indigo. Not only does this mean that he is basically royalty and his lifespan is bound to be longer than lower-ranks, but it also means he’s more violent and unpredictable in general. Trolls in this blood caste also have psychic abilities; it's speculated that it enables them to keep the lower bloods in line. (Gamzee has used these powers as well, dubbing them "chucklevoodoos" such as when he tormented Dave with Dream Cal.) This is why his ancestor was a Subjuggulator. However, the sopor slime keeps this part of Gamzee’s personality suppressed.
His choice weapon is a club, but he’s not limited to just using that. The strife specibi that Gamzee is seen using in canon, Clubkind and Jokerkind, offers him a variety of weaponry, such as a bow and arrow as well. On top of that, there is his strength that must be taken into consideration as well.
As far as weaknesses go, Gamzee certainly has a lot of them. The sopor slime can definitely count as one. He’s developed a dependence on it, which keeps him calm and peaceful. Basically, it’s safer for everyone else if he has plenty of sopor, even though the consummation of it is damaging to Gamzee.
His friendships could be considered a weakness and strength. He is willing to try to do things to make his friends happy, but at the same time, seeing them hurt, or dead—like Tavros, for example—could be enough to push him into a psychotic break depending upon his state of mind.
Other Information: Because he’s aged up, Gamzee is taller and more broad-shouldered. He’s nowhere close to being the size of his ancestor, the Grand Highblood. He is no more than 1.7m/5’8”. His eyes are also starting to reflect his blood colour.
✖ SAMPLES.
Network Sample:
HoW ThE MoThErFuCk dId i gEt hErE IsN’T SoMetHiNg tHaT’S ReAlLy iMpOrTaNt
It aLrEaDy gOt tO HaPpEnInG So i gOtTa jUsT bE ChIlL WiTh iT
So i aM
I’M GoNnA GeT A MoThErFuCkIn cOlD OnE AnD ThRoW It bAcK ReAl nIcE HeRe sOoN
AnD JuSt bE EnJoYiN AlL ThE MiRaClEs aRoUnD HeRe
MoThEr
FuCkIn
MiRaClEs
ArE EvErYwHeRe mAn
ThAt’S WhY We’rE AlL MoThErFuCkIn hEre aNd nOt tHeRe
YoU GeT Me bRoThEr?
Log Sample:
Gamzee didn’t question things. Not why the motherfucking faygo got all fizzy, why the computers made it so he could communicate to those far away. He certainly didn’t question why he was here. He wasn’t sure where ‘here’ was, but it was definitely the right place to be. If it wasn’t, he’d be back to where he was.
Speaking of that, what was he doing last? His memory was a little hazy, but he knew that he’d been playing that game with his friends. Maybe they were here, too? He could only hope for that, because it would be pretty sweet to see best motherfucking brothers and sisters again.
The troll chose a direction at random and started walking. He passed tall buildings and turned down an alleyway. There was the occasional puddle of dirty water from air conditioner units and other things that Gamzee didn’t recognise. He stepped in a puddle as he ventured farther into the alley, eventually coming to a dead end.
That was when Gamzee turned around, looking back toward the main street. It seemed really quiet here, but it wasn’t a quiet that he was used to. It was almost like he was the only one here. Could that really be the case? There had to be trolls around here somewhere, or even aliens. Perhaps they just weren’t in this area.
It was all very strange, but Gamzee was certain of two things. This wasn’t Alternia, and this wasn’t Skaia either. He wasn't going to get anywhere by just standing in this alley, though. He wandered back out of the alleyway, this time a bit more cautiously. There was no telling what would pop out and try to scare him.
He walked a block and a half, along what signs indicated was East Regent Street. It was then he heard the scream, followed by a yell and the sound of something dropping and echoing in a nearby alley. Well, that was something. But it didn't sound like anything good.
Upon reaching the corner of the building that gave way to the alley, he saw a man and a women, He didn't notice the blade to her neck until there light reflected it. Gamzee hesitated. What was he supposed to do? He knew he should do something, like maybe trying to stop this man. But he was frozen to the spot. Just for a moment.
Then he was approaching them. He heard himself say something, which got the attention of the man. The man, who pulled away from the woman, glared at him with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, the man was dead and bloody, at Gamzee's feet. The woman was gone.
The troll couldn't have been more confused. He was there. He had seen himself disarm the man and use that very blade to rip the man's throat open. And yet, it was like he hadn't done it at all. He didn't particularly feel anything either. That is, except for thick red liquid that was splattered on his face. He wiped it off, watching as he rubbed it through his fingertips.
Interesting.
Name: Abby
Age: 21
Timezone: GMT -6 until August; GMT +1, August and after
Methods of contact: aim: xherrdoktor msn: une.rosepourtoi@hotmail.fr
Characters you currently play: n/a
I am apping my character from another game: n/a
CHARACTER INFO.
✖ BASIC
Character Name: Gamzee Makara
Character Age: 6 solar sweeps; 13
Aging Up?: 18
Canon & Canon Point: Homestuck; prior to being shown the ICP video, "Miracles"
✖ DEPTH.
History: right here, yo
Personality:
Gamzee’s Trollian handle simplifies his personality almost completely: terminally capricious. That is, Gamzee is prone to abrupt changes in his mood and behaviour. There is a direct correlation between his changes in mood in his sopor supply.
Sopor slime is a green substance that is in Recuperacoons, which are troll beds. Most trolls know that the slime should never be consumed because it does “weird things to a troll’s head.” Unfortunately for Gamzee, he did not have the best Lusus in the world. Instead of looking out for him and teaching him the essential things he needed to know, Sea-Goat dad spent most of his time out at sea, leaving Gamzee to fend for himself. Because of this, Gamzee began making pies out of the sopor slime at some point in his life. The result of consuming the slime made him the equivalent of being stoned. When he is in this state, he is more relaxed and laidback.
Gamzee is devout to his Juggalo-esque religion, in which he prays to the MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS and awaits the Vast Honk, which would be the rise of the band of rowdy and capricious minstrels on the paradise planet that doesn’t exist yet—with music, faygo, miracle appreciation and copious amounts of special stardust.
From his perspective, the world is full of miracles. From the carbonation in soda bottles to the technology that allows him to communicate with his friends through the computer, everything is a miracle. He chooses this blissful ignorance over learning the truth because it takes away his miracles, as he explains to Karkat:
CG: IT'S CARBONATION YOU IGNORANT DOUCHE.
CG: TRY GETTING SCHOOLFED SOME TIME INSTEAD OF SLURPING DOWN THAT WEIRD SWILL ALL DAY AND FONDLING YOUR STUPID HORNS.
TC: No No BrO, i DoN't WaNnA kNoW, dOn'T eVeN tElL mE.
TC: kNoWiNg ShIt JuSt StEaLs Up AlL tHe FuCkIn MaGiC fRoM mY mIrAcLeS lIkE a MoThErFuCkIn ThIeF.
TC: AnD tHaT aIn'T cOoL.
In this sense, Gamzee does not adjust well to change. For example, in the post-scratch timeline, the combination of running out of sopor slime and Dave showing him the ICP video, “Miracles” was enough to completely push him over the edge. That was when he realized that many things he believed in were a lie, down to coming to the realization the sopor slime was bad for him and that he was both of the messiahs from his religion.
Gamzee’s clown-loving and other eccentricities aside, he has a good personality and a caring heart. He knows that what he believes and feels is perhaps unconventional but, “i'Ve gOt tO BeLiEvE At wHaT My hEaRt tElLs iN Me, EvEn iF It's a fAkE ThInG “ Friendship is very important to him—he is constantly checking up on his friends to make sure they’re okay. (Such as Karkat, whose insults he takes with a grain of salt because that’s his best friend.) In the case of them being upset, he tries to help, although his advice tends to not be useful at all, as it usually boils down to waiting for a miracle. His intentions are sincere, though.
Although it’s not apparent when Gamzee is stoned on the sopor, he is quite intelligent. The sopor dulls his mind and leaves him constantly zoning out. When his mind of clear of those toxins, he has a certain type of cunning about him that someone of low-intelligence isn’t capable of. Taking a look at the events that followed the scratch, Gamzee goes out of his way to mess with Terezi and set her up with fighting Vriska.
Abilities & Weaknesses:
Gamzee is a troll, which means that compared to a human, he’s stronger and can endure much more. Troll culture is more violent and they are forced to learn to be self-sufficient from a young age.
Out of the land-dwelling trolls, Gamzee has the highest ranking blood, which is indigo. Not only does this mean that he is basically royalty and his lifespan is bound to be longer than lower-ranks, but it also means he’s more violent and unpredictable in general. Trolls in this blood caste also have psychic abilities; it's speculated that it enables them to keep the lower bloods in line. (Gamzee has used these powers as well, dubbing them "chucklevoodoos" such as when he tormented Dave with Dream Cal.) This is why his ancestor was a Subjuggulator. However, the sopor slime keeps this part of Gamzee’s personality suppressed.
His choice weapon is a club, but he’s not limited to just using that. The strife specibi that Gamzee is seen using in canon, Clubkind and Jokerkind, offers him a variety of weaponry, such as a bow and arrow as well. On top of that, there is his strength that must be taken into consideration as well.
As far as weaknesses go, Gamzee certainly has a lot of them. The sopor slime can definitely count as one. He’s developed a dependence on it, which keeps him calm and peaceful. Basically, it’s safer for everyone else if he has plenty of sopor, even though the consummation of it is damaging to Gamzee.
His friendships could be considered a weakness and strength. He is willing to try to do things to make his friends happy, but at the same time, seeing them hurt, or dead—like Tavros, for example—could be enough to push him into a psychotic break depending upon his state of mind.
Other Information: Because he’s aged up, Gamzee is taller and more broad-shouldered. He’s nowhere close to being the size of his ancestor, the Grand Highblood. He is no more than 1.7m/5’8”. His eyes are also starting to reflect his blood colour.
✖ SAMPLES.
Network Sample:
HoW ThE MoThErFuCk dId i gEt hErE IsN’T SoMetHiNg tHaT’S ReAlLy iMpOrTaNt
It aLrEaDy gOt tO HaPpEnInG So i gOtTa jUsT bE ChIlL WiTh iT
So i aM
I’M GoNnA GeT A MoThErFuCkIn cOlD OnE AnD ThRoW It bAcK ReAl nIcE HeRe sOoN
AnD JuSt bE EnJoYiN AlL ThE MiRaClEs aRoUnD HeRe
MoThEr
FuCkIn
MiRaClEs
ArE EvErYwHeRe mAn
ThAt’S WhY We’rE AlL MoThErFuCkIn hEre aNd nOt tHeRe
YoU GeT Me bRoThEr?
Log Sample:
Gamzee didn’t question things. Not why the motherfucking faygo got all fizzy, why the computers made it so he could communicate to those far away. He certainly didn’t question why he was here. He wasn’t sure where ‘here’ was, but it was definitely the right place to be. If it wasn’t, he’d be back to where he was.
Speaking of that, what was he doing last? His memory was a little hazy, but he knew that he’d been playing that game with his friends. Maybe they were here, too? He could only hope for that, because it would be pretty sweet to see best motherfucking brothers and sisters again.
The troll chose a direction at random and started walking. He passed tall buildings and turned down an alleyway. There was the occasional puddle of dirty water from air conditioner units and other things that Gamzee didn’t recognise. He stepped in a puddle as he ventured farther into the alley, eventually coming to a dead end.
That was when Gamzee turned around, looking back toward the main street. It seemed really quiet here, but it wasn’t a quiet that he was used to. It was almost like he was the only one here. Could that really be the case? There had to be trolls around here somewhere, or even aliens. Perhaps they just weren’t in this area.
It was all very strange, but Gamzee was certain of two things. This wasn’t Alternia, and this wasn’t Skaia either. He wasn't going to get anywhere by just standing in this alley, though. He wandered back out of the alleyway, this time a bit more cautiously. There was no telling what would pop out and try to scare him.
He walked a block and a half, along what signs indicated was East Regent Street. It was then he heard the scream, followed by a yell and the sound of something dropping and echoing in a nearby alley. Well, that was something. But it didn't sound like anything good.
Upon reaching the corner of the building that gave way to the alley, he saw a man and a women, He didn't notice the blade to her neck until there light reflected it. Gamzee hesitated. What was he supposed to do? He knew he should do something, like maybe trying to stop this man. But he was frozen to the spot. Just for a moment.
Then he was approaching them. He heard himself say something, which got the attention of the man. The man, who pulled away from the woman, glared at him with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, the man was dead and bloody, at Gamzee's feet. The woman was gone.
The troll couldn't have been more confused. He was there. He had seen himself disarm the man and use that very blade to rip the man's throat open. And yet, it was like he hadn't done it at all. He didn't particularly feel anything either. That is, except for thick red liquid that was splattered on his face. He wiped it off, watching as he rubbed it through his fingertips.
Interesting.
