PLAYER Name: Dag/Dagga Personal Journal: n/a E-mail: deviantprince@hotmail.com AIM/MSN/etc: (skype) idiot.is.happy
CHARACTER Name: Karkat Vantas Canon: Homestuck Timeline: A6I5 If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Calling Karkat crabby would be the understatement of the century. He doesn't smile much and he'll argue with anyone over anything, no matter how big or small the issue, and usually by being an insulting little asshole and supporting his side with seemingly empty logic. He loses his temper often and can be extremely impatient, especially when he has to explain himself.There's not a single person in paradox space that hates Karkat more than Karkat himself, and he won't hesitate to remind someone if that if he has to, usually in the form of arguing relentlessly with his past or future self, sometimes even both, for what seems like hours.
Karkat can be a bit arrogant and is known for being extremely volatile, as well as ruthlessly ambitious, but all of this tends to make him reckless, as he will jump at any opportunity to one-up someone else on the playing field. This recklessness makes him unlucky in a lot of his pursuits and so he often winds up with less than what he started with, which provides a decent enough excuse to do an extravagant pirouette right off the fucking handle.
Despite his abrasive attitude he does genuinely care for his friends and will give them some pretty sound advice if they need it (or just need to hear it). In the past he's helped both Eridan and Tavros with their relationship problems, and he seems to be fairly well-versed in the subject, largely due to his fondness for troll romance novels. He does seem to have a softer side, but getting him to show it is kind of like bathing a cat; If you don't end up with claws in your face, you might actually succeed in getting to see him being nice - maybe even gentle. (Both of which are rare occurrences and should be treasured and quite possibly recorded for posterity.)
He's not quite a flawless natural leader, but he managed to shepherd his idiot friends fairly well through a universe-altering game - though of course not without a few explosive temper tantrums along the way. They came out the other side a little worse for wear and definitely a few heads short, but we don't really talk about that now. Being a "leader" for Karkat usually entails yelling at people when things don't go according to plan or just kind of standing there in dumb shock until the last possible second.
First Person: PRAISE BE TO THE DROOLING MORON WHO DESIGNED THIS PIECE OF SHIT. IT TOOK ME THREE HOURS TO GET *THIS* FAR, SO IN CASE IT'S NO INCONVENIENCE TO ANYONE OUT THERE, NOT THAT I PARTICULARLY GIVE A WILD RACKETING FUCK, I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO KNOW WHETHER OR NOT I AM DREAMING, BECAUSE WHILE I'D *LOVE* TO STICK AROUND AND PLAY MYSTERY MORON THEATER IN THIS ADMITTEDLY STUNNING EXAMPLE OF ANCIENT ARCHITECTURE, I HAPPEN TO HAVE SOME EXTREMELY IMPORTANT SHIT THAT I SHOULD BE ATTENDING TO INSTEAD. SERIOUSLY, THIS IS OF DIRE FUCKING IMPORT. ...WOW SHIT, HIT SEND NEXT TIME, ASSHOLE.
[He just wants to throw the stupid watch thing but he wants to wait and figure out whether or not any of this is real. Granted, he doesn't dream anymore, but weirder shit has happened in the past and he wants to cover all his bases before he throws a fit about everything. Which isn't to say one isn't already brewing. That weird train thing vanished right into thin fucking air and he doubts he'd be able to re-board anyway. This is all just stupid and frustrating and before really even thinking about it, he just leaves the station and enters the city. Might as well scope things out while he waits for a response.]
Third Person: First thing he knew he was waking up with a start on the floor of some kind of transportation thing. Next was that he was somewhere extremely strange that sure as fuck was not a meteor being hurtled psionically through space. Clumsily he got to his feet and climbed onto one of the slightly uncomfortable seats nearby to peer out the window at the rolling hills and warm, gleaming sunlight going by. Gross.
After what seemed like an entire solar sweep of train riding, he's dumped off at an empty station. Well, not really dumped - that would've been less spooky. At first he was content to stay curled up where he was, scowling at the landscape, but some unseen force compelled him to leave the train. So he did. And now he was here, standing dazedly in the shade and wondering what to do next.
He looked around, bewildered at this bizarre, kind of alien place and took a few uneasy, distracted steps over closer to a wall that was covered in tacky posters. "Ruby City? The fuck." Karkat could safely say he had never heard of such a place. The posters seemed to go over a few simple, apparently necessary, things and that, predictably, did little to answer his questions. So he huffed, stuck his hands into his pockets and felt something other than his crabwatch. Karkat pulled the object out and frowned inquisitively as he held it up closer to the light to examine it. It looked like an old pocket watch or something, made of dark grey metal. "Tch, obviously when you get stranded in the middle of nowhere, the first thing everyone's going to need is going to be a fucking. Pocket watch. Hhgh, this is unbelievable." He had people to meet up with and a time-traveling, universe-destroying megademon to deal with and he just did not have time to be fucking around in weird pocket dimensions, or whatever the hell this was.
"Goddammit." Karkat pocketed the device and entered the city with a disgruntled huff. Maybe someone inside could tell him where the hell he was.
{ [CANON] Karkat Vantas || Homestuck || No Reserve || 1 of X }
Name: Dag/Dagga
Personal Journal: n/a
E-mail: deviantprince@hotmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: (skype) idiot.is.happy
CHARACTER
Name: Karkat Vantas
Canon: Homestuck
Timeline: A6I5
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Calling Karkat crabby would be the understatement of the century. He doesn't smile much and he'll argue with anyone over anything, no matter how big or small the issue, and usually by being an insulting little asshole and supporting his side with seemingly empty logic. He loses his temper often and can be extremely impatient, especially when he has to explain himself.There's not a single person in paradox space that hates Karkat more than Karkat himself, and he won't hesitate to remind someone if that if he has to, usually in the form of arguing relentlessly with his past or future self, sometimes even both, for what seems like hours.
Karkat can be a bit arrogant and is known for being extremely volatile, as well as ruthlessly ambitious, but all of this tends to make him reckless, as he will jump at any opportunity to one-up someone else on the playing field. This recklessness makes him unlucky in a lot of his pursuits and so he often winds up with less than what he started with, which provides a decent enough excuse to do an extravagant pirouette right off the fucking handle.
Despite his abrasive attitude he does genuinely care for his friends and will give them some pretty sound advice if they need it (or just need to hear it). In the past he's helped both Eridan and Tavros with their relationship problems, and he seems to be fairly well-versed in the subject, largely due to his fondness for troll romance novels.
He does seem to have a softer side, but getting him to show it is kind of like bathing a cat; If you don't end up with claws in your face, you might actually succeed in getting to see him being nice - maybe even gentle. (Both of which are rare occurrences and should be treasured and quite possibly recorded for posterity.)
He's not quite a flawless natural leader, but he managed to shepherd his idiot friends fairly well through a universe-altering game - though of course not without a few explosive temper tantrums along the way. They came out the other side a little worse for wear and definitely a few heads short, but we don't really talk about that now.
Being a "leader" for Karkat usually entails yelling at people when things don't go according to plan or just kind of standing there in dumb shock until the last possible second.
First Person:
PRAISE BE TO THE DROOLING MORON WHO DESIGNED THIS PIECE OF SHIT. IT TOOK ME THREE HOURS TO GET *THIS* FAR, SO IN CASE IT'S NO INCONVENIENCE TO ANYONE OUT THERE, NOT THAT I PARTICULARLY GIVE A WILD RACKETING FUCK, I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO KNOW WHETHER OR NOT I AM DREAMING, BECAUSE WHILE I'D *LOVE* TO STICK AROUND AND PLAY MYSTERY MORON THEATER IN THIS ADMITTEDLY STUNNING EXAMPLE OF ANCIENT ARCHITECTURE, I HAPPEN TO HAVE SOME EXTREMELY IMPORTANT SHIT THAT I SHOULD BE ATTENDING TO INSTEAD.
SERIOUSLY, THIS IS OF DIRE FUCKING IMPORT.
...WOW SHIT, HIT SEND NEXT TIME, ASSHOLE.
[He just wants to throw the stupid watch thing but he wants to wait and figure out whether or not any of this is real. Granted, he doesn't dream anymore, but weirder shit has happened in the past and he wants to cover all his bases before he throws a fit about everything.
Which isn't to say one isn't already brewing. That weird train thing vanished right into thin fucking air and he doubts he'd be able to re-board anyway. This is all just stupid and frustrating and before really even thinking about it, he just leaves the station and enters the city. Might as well scope things out while he waits for a response.]
Third Person:
First thing he knew he was waking up with a start on the floor of some kind of transportation thing. Next was that he was somewhere extremely strange that sure as fuck was not a meteor being hurtled psionically through space. Clumsily he got to his feet and climbed onto one of the slightly uncomfortable seats nearby to peer out the window at the rolling hills and warm, gleaming sunlight going by. Gross.
After what seemed like an entire solar sweep of train riding, he's dumped off at an empty station. Well, not really dumped - that would've been less spooky. At first he was content to stay curled up where he was, scowling at the landscape, but some unseen force compelled him to leave the train.
So he did. And now he was here, standing dazedly in the shade and wondering what to do next.
He looked around, bewildered at this bizarre, kind of alien place and took a few uneasy, distracted steps over closer to a wall that was covered in tacky posters.
"Ruby City? The fuck." Karkat could safely say he had never heard of such a place.
The posters seemed to go over a few simple, apparently necessary, things and that, predictably, did little to answer his questions.
So he huffed, stuck his hands into his pockets and felt something other than his crabwatch. Karkat pulled the object out and frowned inquisitively as he held it up closer to the light to examine it. It looked like an old pocket watch or something, made of dark grey metal. "Tch, obviously when you get stranded in the middle of nowhere, the first thing everyone's going to need is going to be a fucking. Pocket watch. Hhgh, this is unbelievable." He had people to meet up with and a time-traveling, universe-destroying megademon to deal with and he just did not have time to be fucking around in weird pocket dimensions, or whatever the hell this was.
"Goddammit." Karkat pocketed the device and entered the city with a disgruntled huff. Maybe someone inside could tell him where the hell he was.