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in character information.
series: Homestuck
name: Tavros Nitram
sex: Male
age: 6 Solar Sweeps; which is roughly 13 human earth years
race: Troll
height: 5'6''
weight: 160
canon point: Early on, before he enters the game, but after his accident - he's still in his wheelchair, and he doesn't know anything about crazy humans or universes that explode or anything of the kind.
previous cr: Nope, no CR! He's coming in all new and fresh and exciting.
history: canon information | tavros information
Because Homestuck is quite convoluted and has a lot of different things to read on the wiki if you want to understand it... I'll try to summarize the basic plot as best as I can! To put it shortly, one day, a boy on earth just thirteen years of age receives the beta disc to an immersive reality game. He had been hella excited for this game, SBURB, even up until the day it arrived. Of course, he didn't exactly expect that this game, one that was just supposed to be about building things, would end up plunging him and three of his friends into a pocket of space seperate from the world itself.
SBURB turns out to be a game built off of complete freedom and creativity; you can beat up monsters and create absolutely any weapon and outfit and piece of technology you want. You can create practically any item you want for your inventory, no matter what it is, which is awesome enough in itself... but the entire purpose of levelling through this game is to earn enough power and gain the abilities necessary to create an entirely new universe. Those who play SBURB live in a universe that will, inevitably, die. Very soon. And when it does, the players of SBURB need to be able to create their own universe, one they can become gods in and escape to.
tl;dr; boy plays a game with his friends, they level through it and become gods, then create their own universe. (possibly. the story hasn't finished yet, but that's how it should be.). yay!
Now, trolls. Trolls are grey-skinned orange-horned multi-colour-blooded aliens who come from another universe. They essentially played this game SBURB before John and his friends. When they inevitably beat the game, the universe they created was the one housing Earth. (So yes, trolls are basically thirteen year old god children that created our entire universe. Neat.) Tavros is one of those trolls and he's totally great. This app is about him!
personality:
Tavros would, essentially, be described as a doormat. Even before he was paralyzed, he had always been mocked and teased, not to mention easily manipulated. This, naturally, is a terrible trait to have if you're a human; but he's not human, of course. Though... that's even worse. The truth is, acting like a spineless wimp is a flaw that could get him killed on Alternia, his home planet.
See, Tavros has always been different to other trolls. Compared to them, it wouldn't be wrong to call Tavros a big, overly-sensitive, nervous, stammering, faltering weakling. He does have his limits about what he'll put up with and he does his best to stick to his resolve to stay safe, but... yeah, he's a coward. He's a guy who genuinely always means well, even when people's actions don't contain any trace of good intentions towards him. He never stands up for himself; he tries to avoid confrontation as best he can. He's a very nice guy, that's all there is to it. The thing is, he's surrounded by spiteful killers raised in a society where only those who survive murderous trials get to live; that's just how trolls work! They're killers, they're bloodthirsty, they're completely deranged and that's even without getting into their complicated romance. Did you know hating each other deeply and personally is a type of relationship on Alternia? Pretty bad up there, man.
He seems to far more easily relate to and befriend animals rather than people of his own kind. With his ability to commune with his pets and his general hesitance to dive into the blood pool that is his circle of friends (considering two out of three of the best friends he ever had either died or tried to murder him), it's not that big of a surprise. Animals have always been Tav's pals! He can communicate with them with his mind and tell them what to do with complete control, and he'll suggest happy commands to them that they'll do because they know Tavros would never hurt them. Animals will play with him no matter what, even if they're terrible demon beasts or demi-god-half-spirit-kinda-ghost-dogs! He doesn't use his power for evil, though, no. He wouldn't have his friends fight for him, because that would be ungrateful and rude. He just loves animals and they love him. That's the kind of sweet boy he is.
Tavros also loves fairies; he's actually very childish, his head lost in flights of fancy. He holds a lot of innocence in his heart, despite all he's gone through. He loves to read storybooks and he often dreams of what it would be like to fly. Maybe one day he'll be able to fly, he thinks. Maybe one day Pupa Pan will fly through his open window, sprinkle a little special stardust on his face and help him kiss the stars! ... If you need any help here, I'm pretty much just saying he's a massive freakin' dork.
Even though most people he knows are beyond painful to get along with, Tavros, at least until the end of his saga, really doesn't do much about it. Instead of dealing with his problems head on, he asks for help from other people. For instance, he liked to play FLARP, a kind of larp-parodying roleplaying game that often ends in death because Alternia is insane. Even though Aradia, his teammate, and Terezi, the girl playing against him, were perfectly fine... they told Tavros to message them if he ever needed help defending himself. (They didn't come when he called, unfortunately, which led to his paralysis, but whatever!)
Another example of this behaviour is referenced in one of his conversations with Kanaya. Kanaya is someone who Tavros used to talk to, until, uh, one day she chainsawed off his legs. But hey! Before that, when they were still friends, she not only often chased away the girl who constantly tried to bully him, she gave him advice, too! Tavros has no self esteem, but pfft, Kanaya knew how to fix that. She told Tavros to name his self esteem, treat it like a person and be careful not to hurt his feelings. Tavros readily dubbed his new imaginary friend Rufio, and hooray, he's been Tavros's sidekick ever since! ... Again, if you need any help here, what I'm getting at is that not only is he a huge dork, he's a blubbering pansy who can't do anything on his own. He also has such low self esteem, he has to actually name it just so it can exist. OK. Cool.
His irresponsible friendliness, immaturity, naivety and oversensitivity aside, however... Tavros is actually incredibly badass. I never mentioned this? Jeez! He is so, so badass. Tavros is incredibly capable of starting what can only coloquially be referred to as Sick Fires. Through his rapping, Tavros has burned forests down and left the remains of bridges covered in ash. He has caused citadels to crumble at their foundations as the sky itself is ripped apart and God reaches down from the heavens just to give Tavros a bro fist bump and oh except wait I'm a filthy liar.
Yes, Tavros likes to rap. He's just, ah, well... he... look, he tries his best, okay? He might not be good, but it's not because he doesn't have the skill! I mean, he doesn't have the skill either, but his lack of assertion and self-confidence generally cause his raps to flop. Any personal attacks that were wrapped around his surprisingly well strong together prose more often than not crumble to pieces. But he's hard working and thinks he's awesome. He has fun slamming the beats and that's what counts, right?!
To sum it all up, Tavros is... a geeky little kid who hasn't grown up, even at his age. He's scared of his own shadow, but he has a good heart, probably the best heart through all of Alternia. He fails at pretty much everything he does, but he sticks to his guns when he can do it safely and not hurt too many feelings along the way. He second guesses everything he does, and he's always quite hesitant, never too sure if what he's saying is the right thing even if he thinks it is. He'll umm and uhh a lot, not to mention he'll never answer things with 100% certainty, and that might be incredibly frustrating... but all in all, he just wants everyone to get along, and there's nothing wrong with that.
abilities/powers:
[x]Tavros is exceptionally good at puzzles!
[x]He's also totally a Pokemon master! (Well, a Fiduspawn master.)
[x]Later on in the game, Tavros likely gains the ability to control the wind. Of course, I won't be taking him from a point where that feat is possible for him, but if I ever canon update him, it's good to have it here.
[x] He's quite skilled with a lance! Jousting is his kinda fightin'!
[x] He can control animals with his mind, and there doesn't seem to be any limitations to this, considering he controlled something with complete omnipotence in an entirely different universe at a completely different time. There's no limit to how many animals he can control, either, considering he had an army of demon beasts at his side at one point. Luckily, like I said before, he's a delicate kid. He wouldn't ever get animals to hurt people or each other, they're just his bros.
[x]This probably doesn't count, but Tavros is in a wheelchair; he logically must have quite a lot of upper body strength for someone his age.
first person sample:
[It took a long time for Tavros to get this message up on the network. See, this might sound weird, but he woke up laying on a cold, steel bed, wearing these weird paper pyjamas. Yes, weird paper pyjamas, which means someone stripped and changed him oh my god!!! The shock of that realization made Tavros instantly drop his provided cellphone when he woke up, and getting it back is what's been taking his time up for the past hour. It clattered to the floor, and, well, he wasn't exactly in a good position, here. It took him a good half hour to reach his communicator, and another good half hour to pick it up again once he dropped it for the second time and accidentally pushed it to the other side of the room. Now that all that was done, his cellphone retrieved and his arms wobbly from exertion, he was ready to talk to people! Only... he was sweaty and gross, parked up against a wall as his unruly mohawk stuck up with sweat and his orange eyes darting around the room with obvious nervousness as his anxiousness about where he was began to build. What a day this is already.]
I, uh... [Deep breaths, deep breaths. In, out, in, out.]
Oh, h-heheh. Heyyyyyy! It turns out, that, I guess, I can talk to people? There's definitely no way that isn't kind of a helpful prospect to have, at my fingertips, right now.
See, I'm, I'm, ... Tavros, and, also, I don't exactly know, ... where I am. And, oh, that's a bit of a problem to me, because I'm the kind of guy who generally likes knowing where he is, but I guess a lot of people are like that? So maybe that was, a... uh, a weird thing to say. [His voice trails off, and he has to clear it before it returns to full strength.]
Firstly, though, it turns out, that, I think I'm probably, supposed to be in some kind of refridgerator. Looking around, and feeling the temperature on my skin, I can say pretty confidently that it's quite cold where I am. Uhh, but, I wonder, I wonder if maybe I'm just feeling the cold because of this... outfit. [He hastily makes sure the camera on his phone is focused on his face, because he does not want to show anyone how embarrassing this weird shirt is. He would never live that down, probably.]
So...
So, yeah. That is the information, that I've placed on the table for us all to see.
...
[He... was supposed to ask for help, or information, or. anything. but he's kind of an idiot, and he's unsure about how to ask people something like that. So he's... he's just going to shut the video feed off. Right now. Without saying goodbye, or anything. And he's just going to pretend that none of that ever happened.]
[God, how embarrassing.]
third person sample:
Tavros gripped the handle of his lance with one hand, the other shaking on the tyre of his wheelchair. His goofy smirk was wide, but anyone who gave him a single glance could tell it was about as rattled as his confidence. The kid was focused, though! Sure, he wasn't focusing very well, but he was giving it a damn good effort!! His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was dry!! A weird bug was crawling over his cheek and he didn't even care!!!!!
The wind of his backyard began to pick up. He heard the creak of metal as the windmill above his hive came to life. He licked his lips and began to talk to himself, as a sane boy is wont to do.
"You can, uhh," He stumbled over his own words, blushing a light brown at his own incompetence making an appearance even when he was just trying to psyche himself up.
"You can, you can do it, Tavros!" he told himself firmly. He bit his bottom lip as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. He tapped his fingers against the iron framing of his chair before tightening his already vice-grip on the wheel. With grey skin taut almost white, it looked like he was gonna pop a knuckle or a vein if he was any more tense.
The orange of his eyes looked like the reflection of the desert sun. The grinding of his pointed teeth could wake a fucking hibernating mammoth a mile away. Tavros looked like some kind of hero from an old western as he stared dead ahead at the metal training dummy all those metres away. Sure, he was a kid, and he was an alien with grey skin and horns like a bull - but if he stood next to Clint Eastwood, any fan would be unable to tell them apart. Well. Probably.
The grass rustled under the ashen, Alternian sky. The dry heat of the night prickled his neck and made him feel good. The summer wind flicked a leaf right across Tavros's nose and he.... sneezed like an idiot, causing him to lose all his badass appeal. Not like he had any to begin with, but what mangrit he managed to scrape up was completely gone in a spray of saliva and idiocy.
Augh!! Once he regained what little composure he could muster up, Tavros snarled and revved his wheelchair with a brmm brmmmm motorbike noise under his breath. It was now or never. His lance was poised and ready for action. The battered jousting doll at the end of the field clattered back and forth, waiting to be struck down. Tinkerbull took a break from smelling the butterfly near him curiously and fluttered his wings at mach speed, surely unable to stand the tension. It was now or never!!
Tavros spun his wheelchair, pressing forward, gaining momentum. He picked up speed and raised his lance with his free hand. All the mental energy that wasn't focused on accelerating and spearing the scapegoat was constantly chanting, "you can do it, tavros, you can do it." Rufio was guiding him. He could feel the man's burning heart inside of him, could feel the warmth of his radiant guidance leading him to victory. This strength could only belong to Rufio, there was no other explanation. The (imaginary) sparks, smoke and flames blazing from his wheelchair's tracks could only be because of his self confidence!!!
... And then his fingers got caught in the spokes of his wheelchair. Before he could charge his target, Tavros tumbled to an awkward mess on the grass, bouncing like a ball and ricocheting from mound to mound until he was splayed out on the dirt for all to see. He coughed out some of the mud he was unfortunate enough to swallow in his landing and quietly cursed to himself. As Tinkerbull settled on the back of his knees, Tavros pulled himself up onto his elbows. Great. That's another hour and a half of set up he has to go through. How was he supposed to crawl all the way over there to get his wheelchair before it starts raining again?
He really was a terrible knight.
case no: 16-18-00, if it's available! (it's the colour of his blood, you see.)