Application: Gamzee Makara
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How old are you IRL? 24
What character are you applying for? Gamzee Makara
Why are you interested in this character? He’s my favorite character. Well, second favorite next to Kurloz Makara. He’s one of the most mis-characterized characters in homestuck and that makes me sad because it can be so rewarding when you roleplay him correctly. I love his interactions with characters, in both his sobered and ‘high’ state. I love his silly outlook on life, his personality. He’s a really sweet guy, despite his questionable actions in canon.
What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality? Whether or not this character is High, or sober, there’s something a lot of people seem to miss about Gamzee: he’s chill as fuck. Even when sober, he won’t just flip his shit and murder everyone. He might have a little more of a temperament when he is sober, but he’s still pretty passive.
Gamzee’s also a people pleaser, especially while he’s high. He takes hate with a smile, and he looks down on himself a lot. He doesn’t seem himself as anything great, though he sees a lot of greatness in everything else. He seems to be someone who appreciates the simplest of things, and sees the beauty in everything. Or at least, tries to.
Because of his lousy upbringing, and neglect, he tends to really cling onto people who are willing to give him the time of day. A good example was his relationship with Karkat, whom he called best friend while Karkat would begrudgingly interact with him back then.
In this Universe, Gamzee doesn’t change much. He suffered neglect from his father, though he still has some fondness for the old man. His death was pretty hard on him, especially since it happened during his time away. Gamzee was sent to a Juvenile Detention Center after physically assaulting someone to the point of incapacitating them. After spending nine months in the detention center, he was sent to a mental institute for six months to treat his Schizophrenia. During the period of 15 months, father nor brother visited him at all, so there is some bitterness toward his brother in that aspect, not as much toward his father as he died sometime while he was away. He isn’t entirely sure about the details of his death, other than he was killed, but it hit Gamzee pretty hard.
Now Gamzee lives with his older brother, who cares about him a lot. However, because of how he never got to see him during Juvie, he doesn’t know whether or not he cares about him genuinely, or if there’s something he wants from him. That puts a quasi impenetrable wall between him and his older brother, that doesn’t allow him to confide in his brother as much as he used to before that whole mess happened.
What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like! Resident pothead.
Give a physical description of your character: Tall, about 6’7”. He has broad shoulders, and a messy head of seemingly uncontrollable locks thanks to Makara genes. He has tanned skin, dark eyes, and more often than not, he wears his greasepaint. He usually walks around with a slouched posture.
Give an example post of your character in this AU:
Clouds were beautiful as they floated across the blue sky. So fluffy and white. Like… why were they even like that? Who told them they had to be fluffy and white? Why not less fluffy and green? Miracles.
Gamzee Makara laid on top of a grassy hill top, arms folder underneath his head as he stared up to the sky with a dreamy look on his face. He looked happy, peaceful… and kind of dirty. The front of his shirt and pants were covered in grass stems. He had tripped because of his untied shoes, ending face down on the freshly cut grass. Instead of getting up, he rolled onto his back, and noticed how beautiful the sky looked. It was one of those rare, beautiful days in Portland, so Gamzee couldn’t help but to admire how clear the sky looked, how bright the sun shinned… for five hours straight.
By the time he finally sat up, the sun had already set in the horizon. He stayed for a little longer, just to watch how the sky changed from blue to those pretty pink, purple and orange hues. It was his favorite part; everything just looked so amazing.
It wasn’t until the stars were visible that he finally got up from the ground, dusting his pants just a little bit. He should probably head home. His brother might be getting worried. Actually… He pulled out his phone, and pushed one of the buttons to make the screen light up. Yeah, about 4 missed messages from his brother. He definitely should be getting home by now. He’s been gone a while, and he was hungry. He unlocked his phone screen and began to text his brother, taking his sweet time to type out his ridiculous quirk.
<HaHaHa, SoRrY bRo. I gOt My ZoNe On AlL sOlId LiKe.>
<i’M oN mY wAy HoMeWiSe NoW, YeAh? So GeT yOuR sEtTlE oN rIgHt. :o) >
<WoW mAn, GoTtA bE aLl To TeLl At YoU, mY sToMaCh Is MaKiN aLl SoRtS oF wIcKeD rUmBlIeS. tHiNk We CaN bE aLl OrDeRINg SoMe GrUb FoR tOnIgHt?>
And with that, Gamzee put his phone back in his pocket and began to head back home.