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[Player name] China.
[Age] 18.
[Personal Journal] frottage.
[Other characters currently played] N/A.

[Character name] Karkat Vantas.
[Age] 6 solar sweeps.
[Canon] MSPA: Homestuck.
[Point in time taken from canon] 005713, highlight for details: HE'S FUCKING DEAD.
Okay, seriously: this is Karkat from the offshoot coinflip timeline in which Terezi doesn't have the courage to kill Vriska. Jack is lead to the Veil and he(Karkat) and Terezi are killed.

[Background]
Here is pretty much everything you would ever want/need to know!

[Personality]

Everything Karkat has ever said or done can be boiled down to two things: inferiority and insecurity. No, really, think about it. Actually, don’t think about it, because we’ll get to that part later. Let’s talk about face value—how Karkat is seen by others. First of all, he is a very mouthy, very angry little man. Everything seems to piss him off and it looks like he just really likes to rain on all the parades. All of them. Every comment he makes is laced with a fine coating of seething, white hot rage. He’s like a pot on the boiler, creeping ever closer to an overflow. He’s also sarcastic and a little bit ridiculous, often delving into 20-line tangents consisting of mostly made up insults and gripes about how goddamn mad he is. He rarely feels any remorse for these outbursts. Fuck the police.

Another value point of his is the fact that despite being very scathing and insulting all of the time, he’s also quite level-headed. Don’t roll your eyes at me, it’s true! Like he claims himself, he is a born leader, and as such, he conducts himself like so. Although he does bark demands like nobody’s business and can and will insult the craters off the moon, his advice is mostly spot-on and his plans are pretty well thought-out! This is probably due to the fact that Karkat does not fuck around with sugar-coating and fancy, loopy word bullshit. He tells it like it is and he tells it ANGRILY, IN ALL CAPS.

Others are often drawn to him for romantic advice (I know), due to his vast expertise in... romantic movies! Yeah. Contrary to what he’d like to lead you to believe, Karkat cares vastly for his team team, despite the fact that each and every one of them is completely shithive maggots. He’s the Doctor Phil of the troll world, bent on making his team function somewhat normally. You may call him the Love Doctor, if you wish. Karkat is able to give quite good advice to his team members, based on what he’s seen in troll romance movies, which to be quite honest, are more like novels, due to excessive amounts of unnecessary dialogue. Trolls are needlessly wordy things, after all.

Now, the most important, bold, underline, italicized, part of Karkat is.

Wait for it...

The fact that he hates himself. Big reveal! Karkat’s hate for himself runs as deep as his candy red blood. Which, speaking of, is probably one of the many, many reasons for his disdain. He is, sadly, a genetic mutation, and the only troll of his kind to have disgusting cherry apocalypse, surprisingly human looking blood. In canon, he is also shown to have lengthy arguments with his past and future selves, which eventually end in the both of him just taking digs at each other. It should also be noted that he believes he is his own kismesis (it’s a troll romance thing), as he doesn’t think he could possibly hate anyone more than he does himself. Another way of looking at this is the fact that he likes everyone better than he likes himself. Constantly, constantly, he will blame himself for the outcome of someone else's actions. If someone gets hurt, it’s his fault. If someone dies, it’s his fault. If someone fucks up, it’s his fault. He doesn’t let things go, instead opts to keep it all inside and let the guilt and anger build and build.

This fact also shows how much he actually deeply cares for his team. Though he will fight tooth and nail to attempt to prove that he doesn’t. I DON’T CARE IF SHE CUT YOUR LEGS OFF, STOP PLAYING GAMES FOR GIRLS. Caring for the team is dumb, gosh.

The way Karkat behaves can basically be boiled down to his own deep-seeded insecurities. This is evident even in the way he types. Instead of ending his questions with questions marks, as is the accepted norm, he would rather use a single period, so his request reads more as an order than a question. He doesn’t believe in asking nicely, because of his fear that nobody will listen to him. The same basic principle also applies to his use of exclamation points, which are used very rarely and only for dramatic emphasis! and occasionally for the sake of irony. Why yes, I did just write 100 words on the way he types.

I'm not sure where else to stick this, so let's just make a new paragraph. We're all about organization in this app, yeeap. Karkat is, to say the least, pretty much the most uncool guy in the universe. Especially when it comes to the ladies. You know who you are. He isn't smooth at all, despite having the title of troll love doctor. He's about as smooth as a cactus, let's be honest here. He may be great when it comes to everyone else and their problems, but when the problems are his? Clueless as the day he crawled out of the incestuous slurry. But you know what? This can also boil down to his insecurities. Yep, those again. Terezi once says that one of Karkat's biggest problems is the fact that he needs to know exactly what is going on and why. What her motivations are behind each and every action, etc. etc. He needs constant reassurance that yes, somebody is listening and no, not everyone is out to piss him off.

Another point that should be noted is the fact that Karkat is pretty much the least logical troll in the entire known universe. No matter how easy to reach the right answer would be for someone else, each and every time Karkat will come to the wrong conclusion. Because his reasoning skills are ass backwards and his logic is stuck brokeways.

In short, Karkat is a jerk, but only to cover up the fact that his friends mean so, so much more to him than he does.

[Abilities]

In each SGRUB session, the players are given a title that corresponds to a power that they inherit. Usually, it's easy to tell what these powers are, purely but looking at the titles alone. Such as: goodness, I wonder what power the Maid of Time has. However, Karkat's ability, as the Knight of Blood, isn't directly expanded on in canon, so the things listed here are conclusions I've reached based solely on his actions and the word "blood", from his title. They are as follows:

Blood (an important aspect of troll culture and also one of Karkat's biggest insecurities) is a word also used for tight bonds between people. Would it be possible to unite a team of 12 vastly different trolls without some kind of magical leader power? Probably not. Therefore, Karkat's ability is the ability to stop people from killing each other OH WAIT SHIT NEVERMIND.

He is also shown to be pretty capable with a sickle, despite it being pretty much the wussiest weapon ever. It's hinted that he's quite strong with it, shown by the fact that he is able to complete SGRUB at all.

Also he can bitch the dirt off the ground, which in itself is totally a mindblowing and amazingly useful power.

[Other important stuff]
Did I mention he isn't human? I don't think I did, but it is implied. Anyway. Karkat isn't human. Now it is mentioned, there you go.

Also, his primary means of communication is through slate-grey, courier font, color #626262, WRITTEN IN ALL CAPS AND SEETHING WITH RAGE.

[Sample post]
[First Person]
- What were you doing before now?

PRETTY SURE I WAS BUSY BEING KILLED.
WAY TO BE INSENSITIVE, DIPSHIT.

- If you were to describe yourself in one sentence, what would that be?

FANTASTICALLY, AMAZINGLY AWESOME WITH A DASH OF HANDSOME MIXED TOGETHER IN A BUCKET MADE OF CRUSHED, CRYSTALLIZED SWOON-POWDER THAT I ABSOLUTELY DID NOT MAKE UP RIGHT THIS SECOND AND LEADERSHIP.
DON'T FORGET THAT PART ABOUT THE LEADERSHIP BECAUSE THAT IS IMPORTANT.

- If I asked to take your soul for a price, would you go with it?

YES, YOU MAY TAKE MY SOUL.
WHAT KIND OF MORONIC QUESTION IS THAT.
IS THIS SOME RIDICULOUS HUMAN RELIGION THING.
SOULS DON'T EXIST, YOU BLITHERING FECULENT SHITHOLE.
I'VE BEEN ASKED SOME FUCKING STUPID QUESTIONS IN MY TIME BUT NONE OF THEM HOLD A JACKASS CANDLE TO THIS ONE.
I'M SLOWLY CLAPPING MY HANDS TOGETHER IN A VERY ANTAGONIZING MANNER.
IT IS ALSO IMPLIED THAT I AM INSULTING YOUR INTELLIGENCE IN DOING SO.
WHICH I AM.
IDIOT.

- You're asked to take someone out for a date. Do you agree?

NO.
I'M TOO GODDAMN BUSY FOR THAT KIND OF FESTERING HOOFBEASTSHIT.

- Murder. What is your opinion?

GO FOR IT, WHO AM I TO STOP YOU?
NO PROBLEMS HERE.

- The hottest boy/girl in class/workplace just confessed their love to you. How do you respond?

HA HA HA HA HA.
NICE TRY ASSHOLE.
IT'S NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS.
FOR THE RECORD, LIKE SHE'D CONFESS TO ME ANYWAY.
AND BY SHE I MEAN NO ONE.
AS IN THAT ISN'T RELEVANT AT ALL AND WE SHOULD DROP THE SUBJECT LIKE IT'S SCORCHING ATTRACTIVE BOILS ALL OVER YOUR SOFT, PINK, DISGUSTINGLY FRAGILE HUMAN FINGERS.
THAT WAS A HUMAN REFERENCE, BY THE WAY.
LOOK HOW ACCOMMODATING I AM.

[Third Person]

The silence in the hallways is deafening now. It’s strange how a place formerly of salvation is now going to be his tomb. As a hiding place from Jack Noir, the lab in the Veil had seemed perfect. Secluded and secret; a place you would never find unless you knew what you were looking for. However, now it’s more like a deathtrap, a prison. They’re rats in a maze with no end. If they leave, Jack will kill them. If they stay, Gamzee will paint the walls in a double rainbow of gore. A double rainbow with double fuckups all the way.

Since Eridan flipped his shit, Karkat hasn’t been able to think straight. Each time he closes his eyes all he sees is an explosion of tyrian purple and mustard and jade. Of empty eyes and gaping chest wounds. If he’d just kept a better eye on his teammates none of this would have happened in the first place. If he’d just spent a little time with Eridan—just a few minutes, Feferi and Kanaya would both still be alive and Sollux would still be able to see. If he’d just been able to keep his own goddamned best friend in check Nepeta would still be alive, Equius would still be alive. If he’d kept a better eye on Vriska, Tavros would still be alive. And maybe, just maybe, if he’d paid just a tiny bit of attention to Aradia, she would still be alive too—not like, alive-alive, but just a little less, you know, exploded.

If only he’d been a better leader.

Ugh, Bard of Rage. As if that wasn’t going to circle back to bite him in the ass.

He considers going through the lab to lock himself in his room. He could use the transportalizer and smash the other end so nobody could use it to get through. But then if Gamzee breaks through the wall or the floor or the fucking... air ducts or whatever—MiRaClE his way in, then Karkat would be fucked with no way out. Not that that’s relevant anyway, because there’s no way he’s going back into that lab. He can’t face them—not yet.

So he wanders the hallways. It’s dark and silent aside from the sounds of his own footsteps. The shadows seem to bend and move out of the corners of his eyes, and he swears to God he can see something moving in them. Something sinister and covered in blood.

Everything’s fine, he tells himself. It’s going to be okay, but he can’t even humor himself anymore. He fucked up royally, so intense.

And then he hears a honk and the panic sets in again. Sweating palms, rapid heartbeat. He can’t hear properly over the sounds of his blood rushing through his veins. Shit, there’s no way he’s going to get out of this alive.

A settling body, he tries to tell himself, that’s all it is. However, before he’s even able to understand those words, there’s another sound, louder than the drum of his heartbeat in his ears. The last thing he remembers is a blade going through his chest and his disgusting mutant blood dripping out. Gamzee—no, not him. Jack.

When he wakes up, the wound is gone but everything is wrong. Welcome to Somarium.

[Why do you want to play this character in Somarium?] He’s one of those characters who are absolutely ridiculous all the time—with his vicious, scathing retorts—but somehow still manages to get along with everyone. I like his dynamic!

[Which rule was your favorite and why?] RULES ARE FOR SISSIES.
the robot one
because robots are sicknasty awesome

[Any questions?] Nope!

Comments

[allies.livejournal.com]

Even though they're no longer in their session, Karkat still considers himself to be the leader. He was born to lead, so it's only natural that something like this would carry over to the world of dreams anyway. Naturally, not because he's still desperate to prove himself. Not at all.

He still frets over

He doesn't mind it; it makes him feel important. Needed. Like he's still got something to do.

He'd never tell anyone that though. He'd rather complain and bitch and whine and moan and grouch the entire way through. Don't let that fool you; it's so, so important to him.

He's taken to playing doctor with them, now. Seeing as he

[allies.livejournal.com]

FUCK THIS NOISE

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his dreams are haunted with the shadows of teammates long since exterminated. a rainbow of regrets splattered up and down the walls. double fuckups all the way.

[allies.livejournal.com]

stop writing you conksucking fuck

[allies.livejournal.com]

even the shadows have turned against him now, threatening movement out of the corners of his eyes. he swears to god something moved, really, but he's never fast enough to focus.

maybe he's just going nuts; paranoia. the honks still ring in his ears. a settling body? or something more sinister.

[allies.livejournal.com]

purple prose all the way across the skyyyy

[allies.livejournal.com]

Everything Karkat has ever said or done can be boiled down to one of two things: inferiority or insecurity. No, really, think about. Actually, don’t bother, because we’ll get to that part a little later. What should be touched on first is what Karkat Vantas means at a face value vantage point, i.e. how he is seen and perceived by others. What is only first in a myriad of problems and issues is the fact that Karkat comes across as a very mouthy, very angry kid. Everything seems to grate on his nerves in some way or another, and it doesn’t take much to make him snap and go on essay-length tangents about how difficult it is to be him and have to deal with whatever hyperbole situation he thinks he’s become a part of in his own head. Every comment he makes is laced with a fine coat of seething, white-hot rage. A boiling pot is a rather fitting analogy for someone who lets themselves be worked up so thoroughly so quickly. Alongside this however, Karkat is also an avid user of biting sarcasm, despite the insinuation that sarcasm is, in fact, not a Thing for troll culture. He’s unwittingly actually quite culturally open, fancy that! His outbursts come in the form of wonderfully creative insults that flow scarily comfortably down any given conversation highway, and rarely will one see Karkat Vantas feel any remorse for somehow derailing and realigning a conversation in the right direction because of said outbursts, because fuck the police he does what he wants.

Another important point of value of his is the fact that despite being wonderfully scathing and painfully infuriating around ninety-percent of the time, Karkat is also quite level-headed. It’s true! Like he claims on so many occasions to anyone who will listen, he is a born leader and conducts himself as such. Although he may bark demands like nobody’s business and can and will insult the craters right off the moon, his advice is always spot-on and his plans are very well thought-out! Perhaps his `no bullshit` attitude actually adds to this endeavor, with his clear aversion to needlessly fucking around with details that have no bearing on whichever given situation. Karkat Vantas will not hesitate to tell it like it is, even if the way he chooses to do so is often derogatory and in all caps.

Often, others are drawn to him for romantic advice due to his vast knowledge and little experience in the subject. Okay, so, mostly it’s Eridan that comes to him, but that still counts, shut up. Karkat’s morbidly expansive expertise on the subject of troll romance comes solely from romantic movies that he’s watched over the years. Contrary to what he would like to lead you to believe, Karkat cares a great deal for his team of misfits, despite the fact that each and every one of them is totally and completely shithive maggots. It wouldn’t be a far stretch to call him the Doctor Phil of the troll world, bent on seeking a somewhat functional standpoint for his team. From this point on you may refer to him as the Love Doctor, if you wish. Because of his outside standpoint, Karkat is able to deliver quite sound and logical advice, based on the favorable and unfavorable outcomes he’s witnessed in a plethora of troll romance movies, which in actuality are much more akin to novels than human movies, due to their excessively long titles and unnecessary dialogue.

However, there is a more important facet of Karkat’s personality, and as such should be bolded, italicized and underlined in accordance. This part is, of course...

[allies.livejournal.com]

The fact that he hates himself above all else. Big reveal! Confetti! Loud noises! Karkat’s hate for himself runs as deep as his candy red blood. Which, while we are on the topic, is only one of his many, many deepseeded reasons that feeds his disdain. He is, sadly, a genetic mutation by troll standards, and as such is the only living organism of trollkind that has bright, cherry-colored surprisingly human-looking blood. This wrecks havoc on his perceived self worth, but that can be elaborated on as this subject continues on. Alongside his rancid gutterblood as a hateful trigger, Karkat is also shown to partake in lengthy arguments with his own part and future selves, which often degenerate to the point where they’re just trading loaded words back and forth. It should also be noted that he believe himself to be his own kismesis (fated hate partner, etc), and as such knows that it is impossible for him to hate anyone to the same degree to which he hates himself. Constantly, constantly, he is caught blaming himself for the outcome of another’s actions. If someone gets hurt, it’s Karkat’s fault. If someone dies, it’s Karkat’s fault. If someone irreparably fucks up, it’s Karkat’s fault. He doesn’t give himself the courtesy of letting anything go, instead opting to bottle everything up inside to let the guilt and anger build and build.