Karkat Vantas || Homestuck || OU || Reserved
MY INFO
Name: Nathaniel, or Nate is fine
Main Journal: magneticdeath
Contact Info: unhope is my AIM... let me know if it doesn't work! My timezone is -5GMT and I tend to be on after 6pm my time.
Played Characters: N/A
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CHARACTER INFO
Name: Karkat Vantas
Age: 6 solar sweeps/equivalent to 13 human years
Species: Troll
Series: Homestuck
OU/AU: OU
Canon Point: Right after they enter the veil
History:
Here
Personality:
On the surface, Karkat just seems to be generally angry and spiteful most of the time. And that would not be a lie by any means. He feels the need to constantly WRITE IN CAPITAL LETTERS, maybe to signify the constant state of rage he is in. It is rare to ever see him in a 'good mood'; other trolls infer that he enjoys being angry (which isn't too much of a stretch to make). He almost never smiles and seems to dislike it when people are enjoying themselves. He could probably best be described as a dark raincloud over any party.
He's also pretty creative about coming up with clever ways to rage at others. He doesn't swear an incredible amount; swearing is usually just the icing on the cake after he comes up with a particularly vivid and disgusting metaphor.
Needless to say, he's generally grumpy.
Also, Karkat is impatient in every factor of life. In canon, he screws up a huge part of the story because he is so impatient to move on. He is always looking for shortcuts to get around having to do it 'the long way', which causes him in his original canon to jump around the timeline looking for a fast track to winning. He hates having to explain himself once, and absolutely refuses to do it more than once.
There's nothing and no one Karkat hates more than himself, though. His low self-esteem is probably the cause of all his rage. He seems to think his past-self is the stupidest troll around, even his past-self from a few seconds ago. He's highly critical of himself. Because of this, he's usually aware when he's wrong. Although he doesn't like to apologize, he realizes when apologies are in order.
Karkat also seems to think that he is a great leader and a very important guy. He has a knack for offering relationship advice to his friends.
Despite all of this, he does care about his friends. Even if it means begrudgingly helping them out or doing things he generally doesn't have the patience for, he'll do pretty much anything to keep them healthy and happy. Unfortunately, his general demeanor doesn't really allow for collecting many friends-- many people have been and will be put off by his general demeanor.
Underneath all the anger, he surely has emotions like sadness and happiness. It's just hard to dig them out. He doesn't seem to have a personality disorder regarding his rage; he puffs out his chest and acts a lot tougher than he really is when push comes to shove.
As for his interests... He seems to enjoy romantic comedies. He tries to program computers, but he's so bad at it that when every program runs, it breaks the computer it's on. He just claims that this means he specializes in computer viruses.
Powers:
- Trolls in general are stronger than humans.
- He seems to be an unnaturally good leader.
- In addition, he seems to understand the troll romantic/relationship quadrants better than most, and he often gives out advice.
Weaknesses:
- He is the lowest of the low on the blood heirarchy: he's a mutation with red blood.
- He's a horrible artist.
- Karkat isn't any stronger than the average troll. In fact, he might be a bit weaker.
- Being a troll, he is not really a big fan of light. Along with most everyone else of his kind, he sleeps during the day and is awake at night.
Possessions:
- Sicklekind - A large sickle that is used for defensive and offensive fighting.
- Sylladex - A high-tech way of holding tons of items.
Marking Location: Lower stomach
Miscellaneous:
- Buckets are seen as sexual by trolls. Do whatever you will with that information.
- He speaks in GRAY ANNOYED CAPSLOCK. I will include an opt-out for this if anyone is annoyed by it too.
First Person:
[in response to being invited last minute to a party.]
You're just now thinking of me? How sweet.
I've been hearing about this party from everyone so much in the last few days that even being reminded of it is making my think pan throb to disgusting proportions. And your own personal think pan must be completely devoid of any real substance besides a bucketful of slime if you think I'm actually interested in your 'event'.
I would rather go on a homicidal rampage that ends with me beating you to death on your brainless think pan with this very keyboard than step foot within 200 miles of your shitty excuse for a social gathering.
In short, fuck off.
Proper font version:
YOU'RE JUST NOW THINKING OF ME? HOW SWEET.
I'VE BEEN HEARING ABOUT THIS PARTY FROM EVERYONE SO MUCH IN THE LAST FEW DAYS THAT EVEN BEING REMINDED OF IT IS MAKING MY THINK PAN THROB TO DISGUSTING PROPORTIONS. AND YOUR OWN PERSONAL THINK PAN MUST BE COMPLETELY DEVOID OF ANY REAL SUBSTANCE BESIDES A BUCKETFUL OF SLIME IF YOU THINK I'M ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN YOUR 'EVENT'.
I WOULD RATHER GO ON A HOMICIDAL RAMPAGE THAT ENDS WITH ME BEATING YOU TO DEATH ON YOUR BRAINLESS THINK PAN WITH THIS VERY KEYBOARD THAN STEP FOOT WITHIN 200 MILES OF YOUR SHITTY EXCUSE FOR A SOCIAL GATHERING.
IN SHORT, FUCK OFF.
Third Person:
[scenario: attempting to program a computer application]
Karkat was an expert at programming. In particular, he was great at programming viruses. He tried branching out into other areas of programming, but it just didn't work out too well. He squinted his eyes and scooted closer to the computer monitors, trying to understand the sample text he'd been given by his hacker friend.
Of course, it wasn't working out too well. Most of his expert computer viruses were kind of created by chance and failure-- something that he would never like to admit. Naturally. And his lack of patience meant that he couldn't actually read the thick books to gain the knowledge required to not make 'viruses'.
So instead, he skimmed his friend's code. His eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, cold fingers against the mouse button as he scrolled endlessly. It was so LONG. When he found nothing particularly enlightening or interesting after trying to trudge through the miles of code, he opened up a new file in Notepad and began writing his own off the top of his head. His fingers made a clack-clack noise against the keyboard as he typed furiously.
After he was finished, he stared at it in awe. Surely it worked. He'd never know though; he wasn't gutsy enough to actually ever run his own code. Not after he'd unintentionally made his computer blow up so many times. Instead, he just made a point to save it to his desktop as "My Creation 8355". He did this pretty often; it seemed like every night he was writing a new computer virus.
Karkat soon found himself opening up a new instant message to send the code to one of his friends to test pilot. That's what friends are for, right?