Post by satanie on Aug 2, 2015 9:40:39 GMT -5
Canon/Original Character:
Canon - Homestuck
Name:
Kurloz Makara
Aliases:
Makara, The Pierrot
Age:
24
Gender/Pronouns: Genderfluid, he/him/they/them/she/her
Affiliation: The Felt
Job:
Make Artist, Performer, Lackie to English
Usual Locations:
Between the sheets, Green Manor District, Suits District, seldom in Duab District but goes there on occasion.
Biography/Background: Given the chance, Kurloz would have had a brighter future. But from the moment that Kurloz’s brother tore into his mother’s womb and a life was celebrated, so was it that a death was marked in the Makara family. It was a moment that was engraved into the mind of a little boy, who had to watch a devoted and loving father lose himself to the insanity of being without a wife. Kurloz Makara could see hate echo into the eyes of his father, whenever he tried to raise his second son to maturity. It fell to Kurloz as well, to grow up where many kids wouldn’t, to care for his own young brother where his father could not bare to do so in his alcohol induced stupors. It was tragic for Gamzee, who would only know a father filled with mysterious rage, bent out on a vendetta against him, while Kurloz would do everything in his power to pacify both his father and his young brother.
But as Kurloz would soon realize and over and over he would learn this lesson and learn it well, there were not enough sacrifices that would quiet the selfish gods, to exact the pain in which he dealt in his life in so many forms. He couldn’t completely save his own brother Gamzee from the demons he would later create as he grew up, just as he had no complete control over his father’s capricious and dangerous nature. Only through silence did Kurloz find safety in knowing that he held more control in what he didn’t say, than what could spout from his lips like his brother so often did. And it was also in his silence that he sought protection, retreating into a taciturn lifestyle.
However, this wasn’t the only lifestyle that he would embrace. Within the years that passed, Kurloz grew, and so did his interests in things that most boys his age wouldn’t dare to venture into. He had a fascination in wearing his mother’s make up and clothing, as a means to keep a part of her close to him. And as he matured, it became a way for him to gain confidence in himself. Through the introduction to obscure bands and the idolization of ICP with his young brother, Kurloz took a his fascination with make up further, through face painting. Later, he would create his own unique since of style with his own face and add that too the collection of styles he would paint up on occasion.
Life remained harsh for the two Makara boys, but Kurloz seemed to be spared half the sort of punishment that his father dealt. As Kurloz grew into his high school years, doing his best to ignore the taunts and jeers he got from his self expressive interests, he continued to venture out to dressing against the general masculine image.
This started out with taking in a part time job at a mall at the age of 16, where he was allowed to save for himself while experimenting with different styles, finding himself enthralled in heels and dresses, stockings and intimates that someone of his opposite gender would be more likely to wear. Casting aside social norms for the sake of his enjoyment in all things masculine and feminine, he gained a rather intriguing reputation. Neither the threats or harsh words detoured Kurloz from dressing as he wanted. While at some times he would be seen in something befitting what society would seem to accept just on the line of who he was born to be, he would cross that line just as quickly the next day in something so daring it questioned his entire sex. Not being the one to be prejudiced by clothing in general, Kurloz dressed to impress himself.
Now, at the age of 24, Kurloz lives in a very well-to-do part of the city in his own lavish 2 bedroom condo. He lives well beyond his means, which hints that he’s either doing too well at his job, or doing more than what his job entails, where he both performs and works on the make-up on his co-workers.
What most people do not know, is that Kurloz works for one of the cities most notorious family, doing dark and dangerous things on the side. His servitude to the English family includes an inconsistent schedule and occasionally vanishing from the social radar. His work is not without being compensated with promise of money and a free high-style apartment, owned by the very people he is working for. Kurloz’s loyalty is, just like many others who work with this particular boss, often tested. No one outside of the mob circle knows what it is Kurloz truly does, and as far as Kurloz could have it, neither will they.
Misc Notes/Personal Headcanons:
Lanky, Tall. 6’.
Selective Mutism. Only people to hear his voice/have heard: Meulin Leijon, Mituna Captor, Gamzee Makara, Kiki Megido, Father Makara, & the English Family.
Likes to keep his things neat and tidy.
Has a few piercings on his ears and lips that he interchanges.
Usually always wears make up of some type, even if it’s not full on clown paint.
Roleplay Sample:
somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me, i ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Canon - Homestuck
Name:
Kurloz Makara
Aliases:
Makara, The Pierrot
Age:
24
Gender/Pronouns: Genderfluid, he/him/they/them/she/her
Affiliation: The Felt
Job:
Make Artist, Performer, Lackie to English
Usual Locations:
Between the sheets, Green Manor District, Suits District, seldom in Duab District but goes there on occasion.
Biography/Background: Given the chance, Kurloz would have had a brighter future. But from the moment that Kurloz’s brother tore into his mother’s womb and a life was celebrated, so was it that a death was marked in the Makara family. It was a moment that was engraved into the mind of a little boy, who had to watch a devoted and loving father lose himself to the insanity of being without a wife. Kurloz Makara could see hate echo into the eyes of his father, whenever he tried to raise his second son to maturity. It fell to Kurloz as well, to grow up where many kids wouldn’t, to care for his own young brother where his father could not bare to do so in his alcohol induced stupors. It was tragic for Gamzee, who would only know a father filled with mysterious rage, bent out on a vendetta against him, while Kurloz would do everything in his power to pacify both his father and his young brother.
But as Kurloz would soon realize and over and over he would learn this lesson and learn it well, there were not enough sacrifices that would quiet the selfish gods, to exact the pain in which he dealt in his life in so many forms. He couldn’t completely save his own brother Gamzee from the demons he would later create as he grew up, just as he had no complete control over his father’s capricious and dangerous nature. Only through silence did Kurloz find safety in knowing that he held more control in what he didn’t say, than what could spout from his lips like his brother so often did. And it was also in his silence that he sought protection, retreating into a taciturn lifestyle.
However, this wasn’t the only lifestyle that he would embrace. Within the years that passed, Kurloz grew, and so did his interests in things that most boys his age wouldn’t dare to venture into. He had a fascination in wearing his mother’s make up and clothing, as a means to keep a part of her close to him. And as he matured, it became a way for him to gain confidence in himself. Through the introduction to obscure bands and the idolization of ICP with his young brother, Kurloz took a his fascination with make up further, through face painting. Later, he would create his own unique since of style with his own face and add that too the collection of styles he would paint up on occasion.
Life remained harsh for the two Makara boys, but Kurloz seemed to be spared half the sort of punishment that his father dealt. As Kurloz grew into his high school years, doing his best to ignore the taunts and jeers he got from his self expressive interests, he continued to venture out to dressing against the general masculine image.
This started out with taking in a part time job at a mall at the age of 16, where he was allowed to save for himself while experimenting with different styles, finding himself enthralled in heels and dresses, stockings and intimates that someone of his opposite gender would be more likely to wear. Casting aside social norms for the sake of his enjoyment in all things masculine and feminine, he gained a rather intriguing reputation. Neither the threats or harsh words detoured Kurloz from dressing as he wanted. While at some times he would be seen in something befitting what society would seem to accept just on the line of who he was born to be, he would cross that line just as quickly the next day in something so daring it questioned his entire sex. Not being the one to be prejudiced by clothing in general, Kurloz dressed to impress himself.
Now, at the age of 24, Kurloz lives in a very well-to-do part of the city in his own lavish 2 bedroom condo. He lives well beyond his means, which hints that he’s either doing too well at his job, or doing more than what his job entails, where he both performs and works on the make-up on his co-workers.
What most people do not know, is that Kurloz works for one of the cities most notorious family, doing dark and dangerous things on the side. His servitude to the English family includes an inconsistent schedule and occasionally vanishing from the social radar. His work is not without being compensated with promise of money and a free high-style apartment, owned by the very people he is working for. Kurloz’s loyalty is, just like many others who work with this particular boss, often tested. No one outside of the mob circle knows what it is Kurloz truly does, and as far as Kurloz could have it, neither will they.
Misc Notes/Personal Headcanons:
Lanky, Tall. 6’.
Selective Mutism. Only people to hear his voice/have heard: Meulin Leijon, Mituna Captor, Gamzee Makara, Kiki Megido, Father Makara, & the English Family.
Likes to keep his things neat and tidy.
Has a few piercings on his ears and lips that he interchanges.
Usually always wears make up of some type, even if it’s not full on clown paint.
Roleplay Sample:
somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me, i ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.