Your name is KARKAT VANTAS, and you are the SOON-TO-BE EMPEROR OF THE whole fucking planet. Naturally, your blood is the HIGHEST POSSIBLE on the whole fucking HEMOSPECTRUM, not that you give a shit. As you say, ---EVERYON--E IS -EQUALLY R---ETARDED, WHY DO YOU --EV--EN GIV--E TWO SHITS ABOUT BLOOD COLOUR?
Honestly those kinds of people make you go BATSHIT UP THE FUCKING BELRFY.
You type in a way that is ALWAYS FUCKING ORNERY and you occasionally GLUB, but you try to keep it down because IT IS STUPID AS ALL HELL. You use a 2x3dentkind, which is why you toss your TRIDENTS, LIK---E THIS, when you're particularly ANGRY, which is always, or --EXCIT--ED, which is very RARE. You try to not use FISHPUNS but it OCCASIONALLY SLIPS OUT WHEN YOU'RE FLUSTERED OR EXCITED.
You are ALWAYS FUCKING ANGRY AT EVERYTHING, YOURSELF VERY INCLUDED.
You like ROMCOMS, and anyone who mocks you can go kindly FUCK THEMSELVES WITH A RAKE, because you're the fucking HEIR TO THE THRONE, BITCHES. But WATCHING THEM IS HARD since you live on the bottom of the ocean.
You also like CUTTLEFISH, and think they are PRETTY AWESOME.
THINKING UP CREATIVE INSULTS is one of your FAVOURITE PASSTIMES.
What you APSOLUTELY DESPISE doing but are FORCED TO is feeding your giant LUSUS. You have to kill for him YOURSELF, because you both wouldn't BURDEN ANYONE WITH YOUR SHIT, and because IT'S HARD TO GET PEOPLE TO BE BURDENED WITH YOUR SHIT WHEN YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKTARD MOST OF THE TIME.
The symbol on your FACE, your bitten FIN and your missing EYE were caused by a TRICKSTER, so of course you DESPISE THEM.
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
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DUE TO SHNENANIGANS, YOUR ANCESTOR IS ALSO PRESENT.
His name is DIONUS VANTAS, he Speaks very eloquently, and he is a BIT OF A PRICK.
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theyoungwhosuffer:
GLUB GLUB YOU FUCKSHITS: >Karkles: Be lost.
theyoungwhosuffer:
>Well shit. How did this happen? You look around the unfamiliar place, walking slowly. It was a bit cold but not too much. You don’t know if you know this place or not. Damn lost memories. You huff and trip, landing in a large puddle. It was freezing. You frown deeply,…
>You jump at the sound of a voice. You hug your arms tighter around you, taking a step back. Who was this? Do you know them? Probably. They weren’t wearing shoes though….huh. You swallow nervously.
W-who are you….?
>You smile at the other person.
Hiii! My name is Dionus but erribody calls me Dion! Who’re you, what’s your name?
>You are just this barefoot tyrian blood, looking like a peasant with no jewelry, but the blood of royalty, and you are practically beaming at him. You love company! But company who doesn’t try to kill you is a rare treat…
>Wave at him.
Are you okay? You look hurt and cold!
>You are wearing simple shorts, a shirt and a little short-sleeved jacket on top of it. You take off the jacket and hand it to him.
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