A somewhat more concise version. This information is also linked-to further down, but instead of a blog post it leads to my Tumblr. While not wholly relevant to this profile, there is much more information about him to find there if you feel bored enough to be nosy. As for appearances, you can find more personalized (see: doodled) images of him
in the Evidence of Existence album.
Re: people who poke around and find the cringe ship art album: yes, that's my OTP. No, I don't want to romship with you unless you're also open to the prospect which requires you explicitly bringing it up yourself. Even then, my guy prefers his timeline's Sans who, for all intents and purposes, does not exist outside of being a nebulous concept. This barely open option is definitely not open at all unless you're an adult.
And if you're really bored,
here's a bullet-point recounting of his and his timeline's CORE's history and a
blog post for his various other flavors. Better late than never.
Before the Fall...
The Underground Kingdom's Royal Scientist; a kind and hazardously curious monster that spearheads the research and development taking place within the Hotland Laboratory. He is nice enough that there are those who resent him for it--there is a point, after all, where a pleasant disposition can come off as fake. Nevertheless, the number one complaint muttered by those working within the laboratory is his carelessness when it comes to experimental procedures. He is very... Hands-on. He is also very willing to take dangerous risks in the name of science, although he is only willing to risk himself for it. Putting others in harms way isn't in his nature.
As the creator of the CORE, he is also at the forefront of maintaining it and looking into ways to make it more efficient. It's like a child to him. An obsession, one could say. It isn't rare to find him sitting precariously on the edge of one of the catwalks overlooking the chasm that contains it, gazing into it for long hours, like a moth to a flame. He's even been caught talking to it once or twice by passers-by. There's a rumor that he's losing his mind, but what great scientist didn't have their little eccentricities?
After the Fall...
Formerly a kind monster, he has since been twisted by the void--so much so that he has made it his end goal to drag everyone else down with him.
Considering the nature of his current 'existence' and existence in general, he is but a fraction of a greater whole: one of many Gasters that shared similar circumstances. While he can't speak for the rest of his ilk, the dimension his room appears in is rarely ever his Home Dimension. Perhaps this should inspire homesickness, but to him it simply means what actions he may take in regards to where-ever he should end up will have no lasting consequence to himself. He is free to vivisect the realities he ends up in; free to find out what makes them tick; and free to make it cease before moving on to begin again until he can figure out how to destroy the entirety of it All.
Just how many universes he has reduced to nothingness is uncertain.
Why bother keeping count of the countless?
Why bother putting faces to names?
Warning: If you open the door to the Room, then make sure to always keep him within view. Observation keeps his state "stable," the lack thereof means that he can be anywhere. Depending upon who you are, this can be bad for you.
Metadata can be found
here. Further reading can be found on The Site That Shan't Be Named, and if you know what site I speak of, you can find my profiles by looking up "join me" and "scientific curiosity" - but all pertinent information can be found here and the linked Metadata on my newly remembered Tumblr.
The statuses won't be in chronological order. Sometimes they'll be from before he fell. Sometimes they'll be from after. Have fun trying to figure out which is from what time (if you bother to try)!
NAME: W.D. Gaster
NICKNAMES: ☠♱☹☹, Old Man, Mystery Man -- give him one!
GENDER: Male-identifying hermaphrodite. Post-Fall, his body is malleable.
SPECIES: Monster. Post-Fall, [VAR: NUL]
DATE OF BIRTH: He was alive long enough to have lived on the Surface prior to the Barrier.
AGE: Old.
PLACE OF BIRTH: A little mixed Monster-Human village whose name has been lost to time.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hotland. Post-Fall, the Room.
ORIENTATION: Gay
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: ␀
PAST RELATIONSHIPS: ␀
OCCUPATION: (Former) Royal Scientist
EDUCATION: Largely self-taught.
HAIR|EYE COLOR: No hair. No eyes in a traditional sense. White irises.
HEIGHT|WEIGHT: 6ft when he puts himself together enough to be presentable. ␀lbs.
ETHNICITY: Wight. Post-Fall, [VAR: NUL]
TATTOOS|PIERCINGS: No|No
SMOKE|DRINK|DRUGS: No|Yes|Stimulants
DISORDERS: Make him go to therapy and find out yourself.
LIKES: ␀
DISLIKES: ␀
FEARS: ␀
BRIEF PERSONALITY: Able to be nice, when he wants to or when the need to be so is present. Curious to a fault, and to a degree that can become a danger to those around him. Manipulative. The number one reason he will try to learn about you is so that he can find a weakness to exploit in order to make you jump into the CORE. It is rarely, if ever, because he 'cares' about you. Fancies himself unhindered by his emotions and stunted lack thereof. Generally twisted by the void / the data that was used to replace what was missing from his soul upon its shattering.
