Gamzee Makara, street performer.
Gamzee is a special child. He has hidden talent, special parts about him that nobody really understands quite sadly. Every evening to midnight, he plays in front of strip mall, he plays in subways, and he plays anywhere he wants, because he doesn't want to stay in one place all the time. He plays acoustic guitar, it is one of the things he can escape life with. He plays different variations of tunes every night in front of a different building. He plays what he feels, so usually he is very passionate.
Gamzee is a freshman in high school right now, and gets bullied quite often. He gets picked on for many different things; there has even been a rumor about him doing illegal substances. He was adopted by a farmer who lived out in a rural area. Having his school so far away, he only comes home to see his father once a month, and just sleeps on the curbs. He always wears a 'mask' of clown makeup. Nobody really enjoys his face; he has even started to believe it himself. Though, sometimes he takes it off. So now, he wears a mask of white paint, and a very dull light purple at his most noticeable shaded areas. Gamzee enjoys very strange things, from clowns, to Faygo, to unicycles, he is a very happy, and chill boy.
He has one man who is his friend in this school, his name, we don't know yet.
One night, as he performs outside of a small broken down house, he finally has no visitors. Having being left fully alone, he feels quite empty right now. He stops playing the guitar, and sets it down on the sidewalk. He them rests himself as well on the sidewalk, lonely, on a sad, dark, mid-September night.
A boy walks past Gamzee, with short, curly black hair. The boy then stops and jumps up;walking back over to Gamzee. The unknown boy crouches down to talk to Gamzee, and speaks in a very horse tone.
"Hey, Gamzee! There you are!"
It is your only friend, the person who you would trust your life with.
Karkat Vantas, the jobless deadbeat.