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Your Name: eibborn
Your Journal: eibborn
Your Email: eibborn@yahoo.ca
Your AIM: eibborn
Character:
Character's Name: Tavros Nitram
Character's Fandom: Homestuck
Character's Home Universe: Wiki!
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Shortly before the trolls fight the Black King
Method of Arrival on Station: In one of the pods. In his bright red rocket chair.
Physical Appearance: Four wheel device
Personality:
Tavros' leader once described him as mentally defective, a description which seems accurate by the standards of troll culture. Tavros does not hate anyone, and in fact seems to be unable to do so. In a race whose emotional range is described as a spectrum of rage and pity, this is an incredible handicap. Tavros is a sensitive, kind, and optimistic person in a world that uses the blood of culled children to make coloured chalk. He obviously does not belong.
This doesn't mean that he is without friends, but the only people he feels comfortable around are those who don't express their violent sides. He does his best to escape that aspect of his race, just one of many examples of avoidance in his life. This trait of his manifests in many areas of his life, and is his primary means of coping with dangerous or uncomfortable situations. His tormentor throughout Homestuck, Vriska, declares that, "No one can beat Tavros Nitram in an abscond-off. He is simply the best there is." It's true. Whether physically or mentally, the boy prefers escape over confrontation. When he is physically incapable of dodging away from a situation, he turns to his friends for help. His passive personality and lack of charisma prevent him from doing much more than raising weak objections.
Tavros also tends to fantasize to escape the reality of his situations. He is emotionally immature in that respect. At six sweeps (thirteen Earth years), he still leaves his window open for Pupa Pan in the hopes that his hero will pay him a visit, or even teach him to fly and take him away to his mysterious world to have adventures. These fantasies are harmless escapism, but they underscore how essential a part of his character avoidance is.
His biggest emotional problem has always been his self-esteem. He was never been a confident person, but after paralysed his legs, killed his close friend, and blinded another of his friends using his psychic ability, it was lower than ever. Yet another of his friends noticed this, and advised him to anthromoporphise his self-esteem, and to never say anything that would hurt it. And so the mighty Rufio was born. In Tavros' fantasy, he is Pupa Pan, a cocky hero who flies with fairies and fights pirates. Rufio is his right-hand man, loyal to the death. Together, they are unstoppable!
Of course, Rufio is fakey fake, just like fairies. He doesn't exist.
Although he is smart enough to understand his limits, Tavros isn't especially intelligent. He has a hard time reading subtext in conversation, which limits his ability to relate to people who hide their emotions. His closest friends are all people who are openly friendly, and although he will associate with more hostile people if they approach him, he makes the mistake of judging them more by words than by actions. Tavros tends to be the last person to understand emotional subtleties.
One thing that he certainly is not cognizant of is his unfortunate skill with rap. While his rhymes are usually fairly competent, he often loses track of what he's saying, interjects with parenthesized comments, and drops his typical "uhh"s throughout his strict beats. He also has an unfortunate tendency to say things without understanding their implications.
Tavros' speech is usually peppered with placeholder sounds, uhhs and umms. He speaks hesitantly, most of his sentences lacking finality. Sometimes he will add a late-arriving thought or clarification to the end of them, while other times he will say something ambiguous and comment that he isn't explaining it well without clarifying. His speech is much less clumsy when he is with people who he likes and trusts.
Abilities and Skills:
The most unusual of Tavros' powers is his ability to psychically commune with animals. He uses this power mostly to train and befriend them. There don't appear to be any limits to the range of this ability, at one time working on an dog with godlike power in a completely different universe. He seems to be able to make them work against their nature, and at one point claims to have "great skill in commanding beasts to glory in battle," implying that he does use his powers to indirectly fight.
Before SGRUB, Tavros wanted to be a Cavalreaper, a cavalry position in the troll military, one of the few roles he could fill with his disability. He practised jousting and riding for that purpose, but to date he has never personally killed anything, preferring to either befriend enemies or use his army of trained creatures to battle.
Like all Homestuck characters, Tavros uses a somewhat abstract inventory system called a sylladex. Items get stored on captchalogue cards, which saves him the trouble of lugging them around. These systems do have their downsides, however! Sadly, we never get to see Tavros engaging in catastrophic inventory management shenanigans, or even what kind of system he uses, but many other characters have accidentally launched items violently through the air while trying to pick something else up. These violent expulsions can even be used in combat.
Sample:
"Oh. Oh god." Tavros' thinkpan felt as invisible as his legs did. His whole body was numb with horror. The worst thing was the way that no one seemed to care! Couldn't they see it? Didn't they care? He was shaken out of his daze by a passerby bumping into his four wheel device, sending it rolling a little way. The man--some kind of alien with freaky white eyes and and no horns--mumbled an apology and hurried away, leaving the troll staring at his back.
"Uhhh," his eyes lingered on the alien for a moment before being drawn back to the spectacle. He slowly lowered the hands that he hadn't even realized were covering his mouth, showing off the dim chocolate-brown blush that had spread from his ears all the way across his face. Okay, he decided, he was just going to carry on and pretend he hadn't seen anything. They're weird aliens, and maybe weird aliens are, umm, different about things like this, and I'm being, culturally insensitive, I think. Gross things, that should stay hidden away. In private. Shameful, perverse, private things involving imperial drones and...
Someone was going in. His eyes widened when the door swung open to reveal not one or two people as he expected, but what looked like a room full of aliens. Aliens, who aren't even the same species! His hands had somehow found their way up to his mouth again, partially concealing his expression of extreme horror. He was pretty sure that the thing they were doing in there wasn't allowed. It shouldn't be, right, because that wasn't how things worked? Maybe Karkat would know.
He tore his eyes away. He shouldn't have looked, he should have just kept rolling and gone back to the alien vertical motion device that linked the various parts of The Station, and maybe put more posters up in his room. He was going to do that now. And he wouldn't come by this way ever again, ever. He wheeled himself away hurriedly, leaving the licentious, bawdy display behind him.
It's The Bucket! Drink from it, puke in it, doesn't make a difference to us!
Your Name: eibborn
Your Journal: eibborn
Your Email: eibborn@yahoo.ca
Your AIM: eibborn
Character:
Character's Name: Tavros Nitram
Character's Fandom: Homestuck
Character's Home Universe: Wiki!
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Shortly before the trolls fight the Black King
Method of Arrival on Station: In one of the pods. In his bright red rocket chair.
Physical Appearance: Four wheel device
Personality:
Tavros' leader once described him as mentally defective, a description which seems accurate by the standards of troll culture. Tavros does not hate anyone, and in fact seems to be unable to do so. In a race whose emotional range is described as a spectrum of rage and pity, this is an incredible handicap. Tavros is a sensitive, kind, and optimistic person in a world that uses the blood of culled children to make coloured chalk. He obviously does not belong.
This doesn't mean that he is without friends, but the only people he feels comfortable around are those who don't express their violent sides. He does his best to escape that aspect of his race, just one of many examples of avoidance in his life. This trait of his manifests in many areas of his life, and is his primary means of coping with dangerous or uncomfortable situations. His tormentor throughout Homestuck, Vriska, declares that, "No one can beat Tavros Nitram in an abscond-off. He is simply the best there is." It's true. Whether physically or mentally, the boy prefers escape over confrontation. When he is physically incapable of dodging away from a situation, he turns to his friends for help. His passive personality and lack of charisma prevent him from doing much more than raising weak objections.
Tavros also tends to fantasize to escape the reality of his situations. He is emotionally immature in that respect. At six sweeps (thirteen Earth years), he still leaves his window open for Pupa Pan in the hopes that his hero will pay him a visit, or even teach him to fly and take him away to his mysterious world to have adventures. These fantasies are harmless escapism, but they underscore how essential a part of his character avoidance is.
His biggest emotional problem has always been his self-esteem. He was never been a confident person, but after paralysed his legs, killed his close friend, and blinded another of his friends using his psychic ability, it was lower than ever. Yet another of his friends noticed this, and advised him to anthromoporphise his self-esteem, and to never say anything that would hurt it. And so the mighty Rufio was born. In Tavros' fantasy, he is Pupa Pan, a cocky hero who flies with fairies and fights pirates. Rufio is his right-hand man, loyal to the death. Together, they are unstoppable!
Of course, Rufio is fakey fake, just like fairies. He doesn't exist.
Although he is smart enough to understand his limits, Tavros isn't especially intelligent. He has a hard time reading subtext in conversation, which limits his ability to relate to people who hide their emotions. His closest friends are all people who are openly friendly, and although he will associate with more hostile people if they approach him, he makes the mistake of judging them more by words than by actions. Tavros tends to be the last person to understand emotional subtleties.
One thing that he certainly is not cognizant of is his unfortunate skill with rap. While his rhymes are usually fairly competent, he often loses track of what he's saying, interjects with parenthesized comments, and drops his typical "uhh"s throughout his strict beats. He also has an unfortunate tendency to say things without understanding their implications.
Tavros' speech is usually peppered with placeholder sounds, uhhs and umms. He speaks hesitantly, most of his sentences lacking finality. Sometimes he will add a late-arriving thought or clarification to the end of them, while other times he will say something ambiguous and comment that he isn't explaining it well without clarifying. His speech is much less clumsy when he is with people who he likes and trusts.
Abilities and Skills:
The most unusual of Tavros' powers is his ability to psychically commune with animals. He uses this power mostly to train and befriend them. There don't appear to be any limits to the range of this ability, at one time working on an dog with godlike power in a completely different universe. He seems to be able to make them work against their nature, and at one point claims to have "great skill in commanding beasts to glory in battle," implying that he does use his powers to indirectly fight.
Before SGRUB, Tavros wanted to be a Cavalreaper, a cavalry position in the troll military, one of the few roles he could fill with his disability. He practised jousting and riding for that purpose, but to date he has never personally killed anything, preferring to either befriend enemies or use his army of trained creatures to battle.
Like all Homestuck characters, Tavros uses a somewhat abstract inventory system called a sylladex. Items get stored on captchalogue cards, which saves him the trouble of lugging them around. These systems do have their downsides, however! Sadly, we never get to see Tavros engaging in catastrophic inventory management shenanigans, or even what kind of system he uses, but many other characters have accidentally launched items violently through the air while trying to pick something else up. These violent expulsions can even be used in combat.
Sample:
"Oh. Oh god." Tavros' thinkpan felt as invisible as his legs did. His whole body was numb with horror. The worst thing was the way that no one seemed to care! Couldn't they see it? Didn't they care? He was shaken out of his daze by a passerby bumping into his four wheel device, sending it rolling a little way. The man--some kind of alien with freaky white eyes and and no horns--mumbled an apology and hurried away, leaving the troll staring at his back.
"Uhhh," his eyes lingered on the alien for a moment before being drawn back to the spectacle. He slowly lowered the hands that he hadn't even realized were covering his mouth, showing off the dim chocolate-brown blush that had spread from his ears all the way across his face. Okay, he decided, he was just going to carry on and pretend he hadn't seen anything. They're weird aliens, and maybe weird aliens are, umm, different about things like this, and I'm being, culturally insensitive, I think. Gross things, that should stay hidden away. In private. Shameful, perverse, private things involving imperial drones and...
Someone was going in. His eyes widened when the door swung open to reveal not one or two people as he expected, but what looked like a room full of aliens. Aliens, who aren't even the same species! His hands had somehow found their way up to his mouth again, partially concealing his expression of extreme horror. He was pretty sure that the thing they were doing in there wasn't allowed. It shouldn't be, right, because that wasn't how things worked? Maybe Karkat would know.
He tore his eyes away. He shouldn't have looked, he should have just kept rolling and gone back to the alien vertical motion device that linked the various parts of The Station, and maybe put more posters up in his room. He was going to do that now. And he wouldn't come by this way ever again, ever. He wheeled himself away hurriedly, leaving the licentious, bawdy display behind him.
It's The Bucket! Drink from it, puke in it, doesn't make a difference to us!