Your name is KARKAT VANTAS. You have relatively short black hair, which really needs a cut, and on top of that, you never really brush it either. Trolls don't care how they look. At least, you don't. Not even now that your eyes are starting to turn CANDY RED, in other words, your blood color. Seeing as everyone already knows about it, there's not even a reason for you to care in regards to practicality anymore. Even though you've been getting weird looks lately. Back on subject, the only other thing there really is to say about your appearance is that you wear a long-sleeved turtle neck with a Cancer symbol on the front(Which looks like a 69 flipped on its side, which a certain Strider gives you endless shit about.).
You spend most of the time arguing, and yelling. You used to argue with your past and future selves more than anyone else, seeing as they were the only ones truly willing to put up with your shit, but then a human girl by the name of JADE HARLEY, a particularly eccentric girl, who's become part dog as of late(Well, as of three years ago.), stepped in. Sure, once she was gone, you regressed back into it, but seeing as she's back now, your days of endless rage have come to an end. While we're talking about her, it's a good idea to mention that she, out of all the people on this horrible flying rock, probably pisses you off least. If you're honest about it, which you usually are, you're actually quite fond of her. Aside from her, the only person you try to talk to in a civilized manner is your friend of many years, KANAYA MARYAM.
You've got two quadrants filled.
First, the one you don't like to think about. Let's just get this over with. A surprising fact is that it's not an auspticism, which would be much more expected, knowing how fucking frustrating those can be. Nope, you're pissed off by your diamond. That's right, you're moirails with someone you absolutely hate, only this time, it's real hate. You'd like to see him dead. You're stuck in a one-sided relationship with GAMZEE MAKARA, a disgusting clown who went completely shithive maggots three years ago and killed two fucking people. You want nothing to do with him.
The one you prefer to think about is your spades, seeing as that one's filled by someone you actually feel something for. You've been absolutely hammer over fucking plates for the stupid sack of shit that is JOHN EGBERT for a good three years now. Even with three years time away from him, you're still the darkest of black, and as it happens, last "month," you finally got him to agree to a relationship. Although, now that the whole thing's had some time to settle, you're starting to think that maybe, just maybe, he doesn't actually feel that way. Maybe you don't want to think about this one either.
Backtracking to your constant need to argue, and Jade's refusal upon letting you do it with yourself, you actually do have one person who's willing to put up with your rants, even if it's only to laugh(Yeah, you see it. His poker face isn't half as good as he seems to think it is.) at you, and that is the aforementioned DAVE STRIDER. You really can't stand his insufferable ass. In a platonic way. God, you're most certainly not some infidel, as that would imply. You would absolutely never, ever do that to John.
Speaking of doing things, what shall you do?