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[ Player Name ] : Athy
[ Personal LJ ] : awillowweeping
[ Age ] : 30
[ Timezone ] : EST
[ Other Characters ] : --
[ Character's Name ] : Tavros Nitram
[ Character's Age ] : 6 sweeps / 13ish years
[ Series ] : Homestuck
[ Canon Point ] : After his unfortunate confrontation with Vriska in the veil.
[ History ] :
Tavros@mspaWiki
[ Personality ] :
Tavros doesn't make a very intimidating troll at all, be it as an online 'flamewar' type troll or as a living being. He comes from a race of warlike aliens that thrive on violence. From the day they hatch in the brooding caverns their lives are wrought with struggle. Tavros, on the other hand, is actually a very sensitive, gentle, caring person who desperately wants to believe in fairies and would rather be roleplaying with his friends than fighting. He's young at heart, and molded his RPG character after his favorite fairy tale, Pupa Pan.
The thing is with Tavros, he's shown to actually have the ability to be confident and to enjoy himself in battle like the others do. Despite his more timid nature, he's far from being a pascifist and had survived the trials in the brooding caverns, not to mention the war in SGRuB. He just rarely gets do do things 'his way' because there is usually someone -namely Vriska- trying to get him to do things her way. All signs point to him wanting to use brain over brawn, but never gets a chance to because he's constantly being told he's acting pathetic and weak. And yet, charging into a fight like he was 'supposed to' ended very, very poorly for him.
He speaks in a halting stutter, and his typing quirk reflects this by his comma abuse. Unfortunately, things never seem to go his way. He is the Poster Derp of all derpkind. His attempts at trolling tend to end up with him being counter trolled so hard he blocks the person he was attempting to troll in the first place.
His closest friend is Gamzee Makara, and while he doesn't understand all his crazy clown antics, Tavros greatly enjoys the time they spend chatting because Gamzee always does his best to make him feel better about things and actually has faith in him. They are also known to have the absolute worst rap-offs in the history of paradox space.
He used to FLARP(fatal live action roleplay) with Aradia Megido, Terezi Pyrope, and Vriska Serket until Vriska used her metal powers to force him to jump from a cliff and break his back, paralyzing him from the waist down. Ever since then his self esteem has been extremely lacking. He would apologize for nearly everything, and would consistently take the berating other people did to heart. He wanted to be stronger, but he just never seemed to believe in himself enough, especially after being paralyzed.
Another friend, Kanaya, had suggested that he give his self esteem a name, and to not let anything hurt it. He took her advice, naming his self esteem 'Rufio' in an attempt to boost his confidence, and would imagine himself talking with Rufio like he would an imaginary friend. Though any actual attempt at a confidence boost was always squashed in some way or another. It didn't help that he was constantly met with negativity from other trolls, either about his handicap, his love of fairies, or any number of things.
It's not until much later, after the events of their game session, does Tavros get a measure of self confidence when he's fitted for a pair of robotic legs. It's all a show, and he tends to over compensate for his lack of confidence by constantly talking about how much confidence he supposedly has. He's completely aware that it's all fake confidence, but it's all he has and it does seem to help at least somewhat. It just has a tendency to be rather off putting because he tries way too hard.
[ Strengths/Weaknesses ] :
Strengths: He has the ability to call/control/communicate/tame animals, lusii, as well as creatures within the SGRUB game session. He's also able to accomplish this through space and time as well.
His weapon of choice when he actually gets into a battle is a lance, which he can use from his wheel/rocket chair, horsaroniback riding, or just charging in like a bull.
All trolls have some manner of architectural skills since they designed their own hives to live in as children.
He's really good at solving puzzles, the more elaborate the better.
He plays a mean game of Fiduspawn?
Is in possession of a inventory storage system called a "Sylladex", which can store practically anything regardless of size, as long as there is an open slot for it. Tavros' particular style of Sylladex is currently unknown.
***He gained a power based on his assigned element from his time in SGRUB. We've never actually seen him use it, but we just know he has it. Given how Aradia and Dave's powers are the same (as Maid and Knight of Time), his powers likely mirror John Egbert's wind control abilities, being that they are the Page and Heir of Breath. I plan on playing it out like this unless canon eventually states otherwise. So he can do the windy thing use the wind to support himself in the air, create tornadoes, and other windy related things. Since he's not the kind of game player that grinds abilities, he's probably not developed them out a whole lot, and they don't seem to be the first thing to come to mind even when they could have been extremely useful.
Weaknesses: While it is something he is continuing to work on, Tav's biggest weakness is his low self esteem. He thinks that because he was paralyzed, it made him useless. As much as he tries not to, he tends to take things that people say heart, especially if they're negative.
He also has a tendency to apologize a lot and reassign blame to himself -unless something was very clearly stupid, like vriska demanding he apologize for being crippled when she was the one who did it to him.
When he gets very sad and depressed he'll sleep a lot, because being asleep is better than trying to deal with his problems.
[ Other Important Facts ] :
ROBOTIC from the waist down, complete with blood circulation!
[ Sample ] :
uHHHHHHH,
tHERE ARE A COUPLE THINGS OF INTEREST, tHAT i NEED TO ADDRESS,
a FEW BULLET POINTS, iF YOU WILL,
fIRST, uH, vRISKA KILLED ME i THINK, tHATS, pRETTY IMPORTANT TO GET OUT THERE,
wHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE IT,
sECOND, i'M NOT DEAD SOMEHOW, wHICH MIGHT, uH, nEGATE MY FIRST BULLET POINT,
uH, tHIRD BULLET, i SEEM TO HAVE i LANDED IN A PART OF THE LAB i DON'T RECOGNIZE,
aND I CAN'T GET TROLLIAN TO WORK, fOR SOME REASON,
sO, uH, hOPEFULLY SOMEONE WILL SEE THIS,
i FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR A VERY LONG TIME BUT i, dIDN'T DREAM ANYTHING,
aT ALL, }:(
sO IF, aNYONE ELSE IS AROUND, aND POSSIBLY KNOWS WHERE THIS PLACE IS, wHO COULD MAYBE FIND THE TIME TO HELP ME STOP BEING LOST,
i WOULD REALLY, aPPRECIATE IT,
The road to consciousness was hard fought for this poor soul. It was as though the empty darkness just didn't want to let him go. It wasn't until the recognition of a dull throb in the center of his chest did he finally have something to cling to that let him know he was still alive.
Tavros lifted a hand to the ache, there was a hole still in his shirt but surprisingly enough, not through his body. Part of him had actually been expecting his fingers to slip right inside a gaping wound, or at least come in contact with his lance. For a cripple, he's apparently a lot more durable than even he realized himself. He already survived his lower torso being spontaneously chainsawed off in his sleep, and now a rather sizable hole? Maybe Gamzee was right. Maybe miracles did exist.
Still, he didn't want to open his eyes yet. The one time he actually managed to stand up for himself and the others ended in complete failure. He really shouldn't be surprised in retrospect, but for some ridiculous reason he'd actually thought he could have stopped her. The heavy, oppressive lump in his chest that he'd been ignoring since he got his new legs was now back full force.
He curled up into a little ball, face turned to the ground, metal legs scraping along the dusty, concrete floor. He died. He didn't just pass out, he actually died. There was a difference. He could tell, and it terrified him. Tavros swallowed thickly, so much for having self confidence. It only got him dead. Though... he didn't feel dead. Or at least he thought he didn't. He had no idea what feeling dead was supposed to be like. His breath came in quick, sharp gasps and his chest hurt. Maybe they were able to save him... somehow.
But then... where was he?
After another long moment of telling himself that laying around on a dirty floor is stupid and not the sort of thing that heroes should be doing, he finally rights himself and takes a good look around. This was definitely not any part of the lab he recognized. It seemed more like an underground storage block than anything. At least there was a door, so he might as well go and investigate. Heroically if at all possible.
Thank god, his robot legs still worked. At least mostly. He could stand and he could move, but the movements were even more jerky and uncoordinated then before. The fall must have messed something up. Oh man, Equius is going to be so mad. More so since in taking his very first step, he ended up crashing face first back to the floor after tripping over his lance. That thing was still covered in blood wasn't it. His blood. Brown, sticky blood smeared all over the place. Could this situation get any worse?