The Royal Mutant

Lowblood Scum

Name: Karkat Vantas

Age: 6 Sweeps

Land or Sea: Land

Class: Mutant

Mutant. The lowest possible on the hemospectrum. You, Karkat Vantas, are the lowest of all lowbloods, the complete opposite of the high and mighty Feferi Peixes, the highest of all highbloods. Her blood is so rich, that it exceeded the title of high and has reached the ultimate title of royal. Then, all the way on the other end of the hemospectrum lyes yourself.

Your blood, bright candy red. You can't even have the grace of being considered a low blood any longer. As much as Feferi is royal, you are a mutant. Any and all mutant bloods are typically shamed in troll society, and are treated with great disrespect, so that lead you to make a drastic decision. There are only 3 people that know your true blood color. You keep it under extremely tight wraps in fear of being bullied, hurt, or even meeting your demise.

Along with your secret comes the walls you've built around you, more comment known as your personality, which is shown as rather loud and fierce, but is also shown in a leaderly fashion, and it is all tied together by the loud tone of "I DONT CARE" that has the capability to knock the wind out of you with ease. As for how you speak, it is also quite intrusive and lood. You seem to have picked up a bit of a bad habit, and you tend to yell almost constantly, with a bit of insults woven neatly with the jumble and words.

Then there is the mess known as your quadrants. You do have one filled, by a psycho juggalo highblood who goes by the name of Gamzee Makara. Sadly you don't get to see him often, and when you do, it can be rather nerve wracking, but he is the only person who seems to want to take root into his quadrant, and you love him for it. Typically your quadrants are up in the air, and people come and go often, though you wish it wasn't that way, and that people would hang around. You know exactly how you want your quadrants to be, but you doubt it will ever work in your favor.

You are just a mystery blooded screamer to most people, and if they know your secret, you are just a piss-poor mutant. Who would want such mutant scum as yourself to be "loved" by? And if they look past your hideous blood, they find your horribly intrusive attitude, or at least, what you think it is. You honestly have no clue what your actual personality is, or how you actually feel, of how you wish to speak, act, and move. But it doesn't bother you in the slightest. Not like it will ever matter anyway. But now, the real question:

What do you do?