Gamzee Makara

[Gamzee Makara]

HeRe'S tHe LiNe Up

Am I a PrEtTy PrEtTy PrInCeSs YeT?

GaMzEe MaKaRa
ThIs Is EvErY sHaDe Of WrOnG.


ThE rOlEpLaYeR
YkNoW fRoLiCkInG iN tHe LaKe AnD sHiT tOgEtHeR [/center]

[/b] There are some who would call me... Dave.
AGE 21, motherfuckers.
YEARS ROLEPLAYING Since I was just a little grub.
OTHER CHARACTERS Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, this fandom is turning into Hetalia again where I play a billion characters.
CONTACT ME BY You all know how to get in touch with me by now.
SECRET CODE: AiM fOr tHe HeAd
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ThE cHaRaCtEr.

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Go. SlEeP bAdLy. AnY qUeStIoNs HeSitAtE tO CaLl [/center]

[/b]GaMzEe MaKaRa
NICKNAMES terminallyCapricious, TC, That Crazy Motherfucker
AGE 21
OCCUPATIONWhAt Do TrOlLs Do To SuRvIvE aNyWaY?
ANYTHING ELSE NoT a MoThErFuCkInG tHiNg BrOtHeR [/SIZE]
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ThE lOoKs.

LoOk Up IdIoT iN tHe DiCtIoNaRy. KnOw WhAt YoU'lL fInD? [/center]

[/b] Motherfucking bird's nest, brother. Gamzee is rarely bothered to actually groom himself, leaving his hair a tangled mess. If he took the time to take a comb to it, though, it would probably hang quite neatly. Just like in the photo above.
FaCe Gamzee has a rather narrow face, although this is more due to his lack of any discernable healthy eating habits than his facial structure. The smile on his face tends to be lazy, laid-back, drawing attention to his indigo eyes, which are always mischievously taking in everything around him. With a long, narrow nose, he could be called handsome, if his face wasn't covered in greasepaint every time he left his hive.
BoDy Again, Gamzee is rather thin, considering most of his eating habits consist of sopor pies and whatever he happens to salvage from the dark depths of his cupboards. More than anything, though, he's simply long; long-legged, long armed, taller than most of the other trolls by a couple of inches. His frame is skinny, yes, but he's not weak; as a troll, he's had to fight from day one, keeping him honed and ready to battle at a moment's notice.
StYlE T-shirt and pants. No, really. Gamzee is usually too stoned to really care what he's wearing, and has made his life easier by owning approximately twelve copies of the exact same outfit - his Capricorn shirt and a pair of black clown pants, spotted in purple.
AnYtHiNg ElSe NoT a MoThErFuCkInG tHiNg, BrOtHeR[/SIZE]
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ThE pErSoNaLiTy.

I iNvEnTeD dIcE wHeN i WaS a KiD. WhAt DiD yOu Do? [/center]

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-His sopor pies: They keep him nice and happy, especially during these troubled times. However, he finds it hard to make time to actually bake them, and greatly dislikes the idea of using public recuperacoons to make them...
-Faygo: It gives him a good sugar rush, which means he's more effective when it comes to bashing zombies.
-Miracles: He's a firm believer in them, even if the only miracles he's ever really seen have a perfectly logical explanation.
-His friends: This should seem obvious, but he puts a lot of stock into his friends. He'd leave his motherfucking head behind if it wasn't attached, and his buddies make sure he doesn't do anything too stupid.
-Juggling: Keeping idle hands busy keeps them from getting into trouble, after all...
-Throwing down fat beats: He likes rapping with Tavros, even though he knows he's no good at it
-The Horn Pile: For a couple boondollars, he'll let you sit and have a feelings jam. It may just be a scam to feed his Faygo habit, though, since the only thing that really happens in the pile is a lot of obnoxious noise is made.
-His one-wheel device: Yeah, he's still no good at riding it, but he can get a couple feet on it at this point! Someday, man, someday...
DiSlIkEs
-ICP: Motherfucking sacrilege. >:o(
-Being talked down to: Yeah, he's not the brightest star in the sky, but he's not exactly stupid, either, not to mention that he's the highest of the land trolls on the hemospectrum.
-People stealing his miracles: Knowing how shit works, it just takes all the motherfucking magic out of shit, brother.
-His face paint being smudged: Nakedness is a sin, after all.
-Running out of sopor pies: Makes his thinkpan all rotted-feeling and shit, man, like an icepick to the face.
-Trying to get sopor from the public recuperacoons: Motherfucking unsanitary man
-Kitchen duty: Clumsy motherfucker, he always manages to drop something, or cut himself, or break a dish.
-His Lusus: Not really a true "dislike," he's definitely got a love-hate relationship of the most literal kind with the Old Goat. Every time he watches his lusus swim away, his heart breaks all over again, and he continues to eat the sopor to make it hurt less; the Old Goat is the only thing that's ever shown him real, unconditional love, aside from maybe Tavros, and because of his absence, Gamzee has a terribly skewed view of the world and how things work.

HoBbIeS
-Juggling
-Baking his pies
-Riding his one-wheel device
HABITS
-Gamzee has a tendency to wake up as soon as the sun's gone down. It's not anything he does in particular, and nine times out of ten, he just rolls over and goes back to sleep.
-His profanities aren't exactly encouraged around the encampment, especially since they tend to increase in volume and number when the sopor starts to run out. But, they're his way of expressing himself.
FeArS
-Zombies: Who doesn't fear them? But this fear in particular keeps him from leaving the encampment by himself unless absolutely necessary. Of course, this irritates the shit out of everyone else when he goes a little stir-crazy.
-Being left alone: In the current situation, he relies on his buddies to keep him relatively sane, instead of being a shaking mess in the corner while the undead get closer and closer...
-Being abandoned: Different from being left alone, being told he's worthless, unfit for his blood color, a disgrace to the Subjuggulators, is the stuff that haunts his nightmares. After his Lusus left him the first time, the idea of being abandoned became worse than the idea of death itself.
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PeRsOnAlItY
On the surface, Gamzee is very relaxed and easygoing. Everything is about miracles and his Mirthful Messiahs coming in to save the motherfucking world from those infected by the virus. If he had his druthers, everyone would be sitting in a drum circle or some stupid shit.

But beneath all that, simmering just below the surface, is darkness and violence. He wasn't raised to know the difference between culling and murder, and although the sopor keeps that mostly at bay, it takes very little to set him off when he's in withdrawal. Considering that using the public recuperacoons disgusts him, it probably won't be long until he's either desperate or has gone totally batshit insane.

That being said, though, he's not exactly aware of how violent he really is. The sopor keeps him medicated, in a sense. Take him off that medication, and he turns into a schizophrenic wreck, unable to tell the difference between right and wrong, even when he's up to his elbows in someone else's blood.
To make a long story short, when he's happy, he's very happy, declaring everyone his friend. But when he's upset, God help anyone that gets in his way. He has people like Karkat and Tavros to keep him evened out, but they and the sopor only go so far when it comes to keeping him from ripping people to shreds.

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ThE fAmIlY.

WeLl He UsEd To BeAt Me In MoRsE cOdE sO iTs PoSsIbLe.. [/center]

[/b] Obviously his Lusus is the Sea-Goat, although he's not a spectacular guardian, to be honest. His Ancestor is also the Grand Highblood, a troll he both fears immensely and looks up to greatly.
PeTs Polonius the Imp.
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HiStOrY
Gamzee was born the same way as the other trolls: From an egg in the caverns, where he underwent his trials as a grub before pupating, finding his Lusus, and emerging as the loveable moron he is. If only things had stayed that peachy.

As previously mentioned, his Lusus disappeared quite a bit when Gamzee was growing up, leaving the young troll to fend for himself from predators, adults, and rampaging humans alike. One day, after being kicked around by obnoxious humans and discovering that the Old Goat was gone again, Gamzee crawled into his recuperacoon and accidentally got the slime in his mouth.

The miracle he found that day changed everything. The sopor made his bruises stop hurting, his heart stop aching, and the world stopped being such a cruel place when he'd eaten the slime, and a little poking around showed him that baking it made it taste less disgusting. Thus began his addiction.

As time went on, and his lusus was ever more absent, Gamzee began to solve all of his problems by eating the slime, instead of learning to cope with things like rejection and loneliness. When the virus hit, though, the shit hit the whirling device, leaving him without a steady supply, or any real idea of what to do with himself.

Now, he feels like he is a burden on the camp, doing his best to stumble through the new world and find his place in Medius. It's only a matter of time, though, until his reserve of sopor runs out...




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