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I'm interested and hoping to find others such as myself, who are into the Homestuck fandom, to roleplay with!
So, getting down to business, I would like to state characters I play. My main two are Gamzee and Meenah, but I'm not without other choices.
I'd like to say I can do a decent Porrim and Dolorosa. I have experience in playing Kurloz as well. I thank my knowledge in roleplaying to another site, but I would like to see who around here would like to roleplay with me on here!
I'm sorry for making this short and simple, but I will confess I haven't been on this site in awhile and so I have nothing fancy to decorate my wording. However, if you wish for samples, please look no further.
Gamzee Sample
He was just watching her, watching just to be sure she'd fall asleep alright instead of kicking the wicked tin can when he saw her smile at him. Smiling? It caught him by surprise and maybe for that moment, he figured she was going to say some remark about how she couldn't wait till she could harm him but it didn't come out that way at all.
"Ac thinks that....mistpurr..clown should q--.....quit it with the furrowns. Clowns don't--........they don't furrown. T-The mi...ighty feline....."
Was she roleplaying with him? She must have been really out of it, because he was sure she didn't mean it until she rubbed her head against his torso for a nuzzle. His eyes widened with surprise as he listened to her go on, a small smile forming from his twitching lips as she spoke to him. "...We can...we can be...furriends again!"
He was going to say something, opening his mouth to speak, when he swore he could hear footsteps. He looked up just as Feferi was making her way towards them, towing behind with...awh man, how was Karkat here? It was really bothersome in a lot of ways. His presence only scratched the surface to that uncomfortable feeling that grew as he looked right at him, averting his gaze back to Feferi, who was already trying to console Nepeta. What were they doing here? He was panicked because this situation wasn't looking so good for him, and things could be taken the wrong way given that everyone had a reason for doing so.
Gamzee was just flabbergasted as he watched Feferi break down from seeing Nepeta in the poor condition she was in. Surely she wouldn't take this as something he had done. At the moment though, the empress seemed more concerned for Nepeta's well being and he could only be thankful, as he wasn't sure if he could form words to make sentences anymore. Nepeta had been talking so sweetly, mentioning that they could be friends again. The Highblood wanted to believe this, but he also knew that Nepeta had been so close to death in that cave that he couldn't help but think in the back of his pan that when she came to later on, she would act as if those things she said were only words from a troll who wasn't in the right state of mind and things would just go back to the awkward silence and occasional threats and beatings. Time would only be able to give him that answer, but he had to be realistic here because hope was just something too painful to get to trying get into.
Meenah Sample
She was so bored! Bored, bored, boooring. Somewhere, in another bubble far away, Meenah was chillaxin' on some beach, in some bubble she couldn't care less about. After a while, you take things as they come and learn to enjoy yourself. Dying was one big VACATION from reality and to her, she could do anything she wanted to (except live, and occasionally stab because Aranea had her on lock down when she ran into her.) and she was taking full advantage of that. How long had she been dead? She couldn't care less. Time was pretty much irrelevant in the bubble world. No aging, no dying, (at least, she wasn't going to test that theory out again) so stress of growing up at the top of the food chain wasn't so much of a problem as before. That game was a COD SEND. All the trials and tribulations and fighting were so worth this sweet prize. She had sense come to terms that her army wasn't going to win, especially after she took a huge whoopin' along with her crew, from none other than Lord English himself. She'd never forget that time, because she had finally gotten close enough to stare right at the The Condesce herself! Unfortunately for the dead little empress, she never exchanged a bit of word to her post-scratch self. Try as she might, she couldn't get to her in the bubbles either. That bad bitch was unfindable. UGH, worst treasure hunt EVER.
Oh yeah, where was she? Laying on the beach in her favorite one piece with her eyes closed and the sound of waves crashing to soothe and calm her into a nice meditative state. She was more or less sticking to herself nowadays, getting tired of the group she had stuck to for so long. This dead-ex-empress needed a break, and she felt about as guilty as a killer shark as it tore upon the flesh of a lesser sea animal.
Dolorosa Sample
A rumbling stomach. One, sadly ageless dead woman huddled in a cave suffering from malnutrition. Funny how that was a thing, how you had to eat still, even in death. Holding her stomach, cringing, sweet darling Dolorosa had been fine for hours, possibly days, without any subsistence. This was not a new thing, she seldom ate and seldom got out. She was tired of going on each day. She did try, she tried so hard. On calloused bare feet she walked the roughest of territories looking, searching for the one she had raised up only to watch die.
Grumbling, groaning, the woman fought to stand up, legs shaking. She needed to eat, she was starving. For a while, starvation came with the annoying rumble sensations. It would eventually dull out to a sort of acceptance that intake of nutrients were not going to happen, followed by another rolling reminder to eat. This left out the sour feeling in her gut whenever she tried to fight with her hunger, refusing to find another to make into a victim. Sure, she hardly needed to eat as much as the rest, most likely. But, she did need the sweet tasting color of whomever she could have.
To say she had been completely alone the entire time was alive. Her starvation games made messes along the way in the past, those also dead of whose blood she would drain. It was not very civil of her, and she felt horrible afterwards, but she couldn't help who she was as much as the next person. In the end, she was just as much prey and predator, untrusting of any bubble but her own, or close to it.
Unable to resist anymore, with small steps, Dolorosa made her way out of the cave, holding onto her stomach as if there had been some vicious hole, threatening to make her insides spill out. She looked around at this seemingly desolate area and started her slow trek, each step just as painful as the last with her joints stiff and her limitations of physical activity bringing her down. As she walked, she could see some figures in the distance. She might have been slightly at unease, but afraid was not what she was with a body that yearned for the taste of something sweet.