Post by Meenah Peixes on Sept 1, 2012 14:36:23 GMT -5
(Don't worry, if this gets accepted I'll post things on a separate user for Gamzee)
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Boy, the sun sure is bright today. Every blade of grass is starkly outlined, and whoa, look at those colours, man! That shit is gorgeous.
Gamzee briefly tries to resist the temptation of rolling around on the front lawn. He fails miserably. Why would he even want to resist anyway? Motherfuck if it isn’t cozy out here, and it ain’t like a brother’s got anywhere to be.
Oooh, there are a bunch of clouds all scattered up in the sky like somebody tossed them up there so everybody could see. Gamzee likes clouds. Sometimes he wonders if they’re soft. What would it be like to get your napping on all up in one of those fluffy motherfuckers?
It’d probably be miraculous is what he thinks.
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Character Name: Gamzee Makara[/color]
Appearance: Gamzee Makara is one of those guys who hit their growth spurt way too early. When he isn’t slouching, he stands at around 6 feet, a gangly scarecrow with too-long limbs.
He bears a few Native American traits from his mother’s side; a long face, a hook nose, and a darker complexion.
Usually, his black hair is wild and uncombed, his purple eyes are clouded over, and he wears a blissful, distant smile.
His clothes are either too large or not large enough, and often so uncoordinated that you’d think a blind person put together his outfits. In general, he appears unkempt and unwashed, and he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.
Age: 15
Magica Element/Magical Artifact: A pair of clubs that, when wielded, can manipulate sound waves. Gamzee has no idea what they actually do, but he tied a bunch of neat bells around them so they sound all nice when he juggles them.
Personality: Gamzee is an optimist. Even when he’s relatively sober, he sees the world through rose-tinted glass, and nothing is so sad that he can’t turn it around and cheer back up. In fact, his optimism is bordering on the neurotic, and he’s gotten into trouble more than once because he has too much faith in strangers.
He believes in a greater purpose, a sort of meaning behind everything. He is likely to point out little miracles wherever he goes, little signs that everything is going to turn out just fine.
Through his parents, Gamzee has gained an unfortunate addiction to hallucinogenic mushrooms, and he’s almost always halfway into fantasyland. So far the school has unsuccessfully tried to make his parents send him into rehabilitation. They stopped trying pretty quickly.
Despite his positive outlook on life and people, Gamzee doesn’t have any close friends. Most of the others have been warned against hanging around him, and the rest find him sort of uncanny. Gamzee doesn’t seem to mind, though. He’s perfectly happy gazing into mid-air for hours.
Biography: Gamzee’s parents are both “flower children” that never grew out of the hippie phase. Thus, they weren’t all that good at parenting, and Gamzee grew up on hallucinogens and spiritual literature. Luckily, the Makaras inherited a lot of money from a great uncle somewhere, so there was enough money left to feed him with after his parents had bought their share of shrooms.
Gamzee is starting high school this year, and, as always, he expects it to be full of miracles.
Quirk Sample:
TC: Im TeLlInG yOu
TC: sHiT wAs DoWnRiGhT mIrAcUlOuS
TC: I wAs JuSt ChIlLiN rIgHt
TC: aNd ThEn ThIs MoThErFuCkEr CoMeS uP tO mE aLl
TC: HeY gAmZeE
TC: yOu BeSt GeT yOuR mOtHeRfUcKiNg SeLf OuT tHeRe AnD bLoW tHeM aWaY
TC: So HeRe I aM :o)
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Boy, the sun sure is bright today. Every blade of grass is starkly outlined, and whoa, look at those colours, man! That shit is gorgeous.
Gamzee briefly tries to resist the temptation of rolling around on the front lawn. He fails miserably. Why would he even want to resist anyway? Motherfuck if it isn’t cozy out here, and it ain’t like a brother’s got anywhere to be.
Oooh, there are a bunch of clouds all scattered up in the sky like somebody tossed them up there so everybody could see. Gamzee likes clouds. Sometimes he wonders if they’re soft. What would it be like to get your napping on all up in one of those fluffy motherfuckers?
It’d probably be miraculous is what he thinks.
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