♚ T A B R I S ▫ a tryout

[lysander]

 

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[lysander]

　

“ i'm late! i'm late!
for a very important date! ”


enter tabris. an inter-dimensional traveler who moonlights as a magical boy, saving civilians from terror (or at least boredom) in exchange for food an shelter. yeah, you heard right. a magical boy. to be fair, he's already pretty magical without the added super-saiyan transformation, but it's there just for good measure. he's clearly not human, able to use abilities akin to magic — not to mention the ability to hop universes² and travel to distant realms, planets, what have you. he never stays in one place for too long though — he's got a destination.

what that destination is, no one actually knows. he makes up stories or just flat-out ignores anyone who asks. and even if he does say something, well. he's probably lying. something about him just seems... a little disingenuous no matter what he says. it doesn't exactly help that he is apparently physically incapable of doing anything but smile, which doesn't exactly make him seem any more trustworthy than he actually is.

so we've established he's this op little piece of crap who barges into universes with some weird, vague agenda that's so obfuscated beneath his ridiculous shenanigans that there's no way he could possibly be trustworthy, right? humor me for a sec and let's take a trip through the rabbit hole.⁴

consider this: some pink-haired bunny-eared weirdo comes barreling through the sky like a comet, crash lands a mile outside your city, then 5 minutes later he just... shows up at your front door with a BIG smile asking you if he could stay for a while. his clothes are weird. he smell faintly of roses, which is extremely disconcerting considering the fact that roses are never present when he's around¹ ... and he's probably bleeding. he probably has a broken arm. or both his arms are broken. listen, you don't just crash land into solid ground without sustaining at least a few injuries. by all accounts, this boy should be DEAD and yet he's standing there, in front of your doorway, smiling as if absolutely nothing was wrong.

so it's really no wonder that he's regarded more or less as some kind of anathema of nature, no matter how weird the dimension he's in. at best, people kind of just... stare at him a lot. it's not really his looks as much as it's just... his personality. his entire... aura, so to say. despite his cheerful disposition, there's something deeply unsettling about him. some would say he's haunted. others, cursed. whatever the truth may be, it's also true that he's ridiculously powerful. you know how he shows up at your door with broken arms? they'll heal in like, idk, half an hour. fifteen minutes tops. he has incredible regeneration abilities and can recover from most wounds very quickly.

this leads many inter-dimensional inhabitants to come to the conclusion that tabris might actually be a little bit immortal. like, semi-immortal. there might be some way to kill him but no way has worked so far (and believe me, some have tried.) because of this, he's... become an omen of bad luck. some societies in their early inception were unfortunate to have an encounter with tabris, and since then he's been engraved in their culture as a bringer of doom. to be perfectly fair, it's not that he actually brings bad luck, but... trouble tends to follow him, whether it's by his own dangerous curiosity or recklessness. there have been many a time he's accidentally lead monsters to new worlds, eventually killing them but also causing massive havoc in the process. his massive physical strength and agility mean that all his battles are kind of... pyrrhic in nature. not necessarily for him, no, but for everyone else around him. some heroic magical boy he is. it is completely possible that he causes more destruction saving people than just letting monsters roam freely.

sometimes he leaves a good impression. these societies regard him as a god sometimes, which... he seems to take in stride while also not completely understanding the implications of their worship. other societies are large and complex, full of technology he hasn't seen before. these places occasionally try to capture and experiment on him for science reasons, but they usually have a hard time doing that. not just because he's hard to catch, but you just can't science tabris.³

yet still, other places are... tamer. more like our own, where time seems to pass slowly in moments and the eons stretch on. he takes a little breather, masking his appearance to play a little game of pretend with the local inhabitants. he blends into the crowds, takes up a new name, a new identity. goes to school, work, meets people. occasionally, he falls in love. yet none of these things, all the years he spends living another life, are ever enough to make him stay for good. the thing about tabris is that he's perpetually, eternally in motion — in transit between worlds on this journey he's set out on. his impulsiveness is only one facet of him, betrayed by the way he looks at the skies above him with a kind of inexplicable expression. don't look at his smile — that's always there. instead, look at his eyes — deep wells of hidden secrets and desires he'd never speak of.

on the rare occasion he does find someone he's terribly fond of, he might let it slip: my queen's waiting for me.
it's as close to a good bye as you'll ever get out of him.



¹ some kind of cosmic conspiracy??? if he was in an anime you'd just never see roses in the same frame as him EVER.
² haha get it he's a bunny so he hops
³ remember that thing i said about him being disconcerting? yeah, uh, the entirety of tabris seems to exist completely outside commonly accepted laws of nature. even in other dimensions. he's a freakin anomaly
⁴ yes i am blatantly pushing this entire alice in wonderland metaphor and no one can stop me

[lysander]

 


one

tabris touches the water with two fingers, carving epicenters of motion across its crystalline surface. beneath it, he can see for miles; the water's so clear he can make out spiraling cathedrals of coral in the depths of the ocean. schools of fish swim through the currents underneath his boat. the sky's iridescence mirrors the glittering sea below it, sparkling radiance in the dying light. there's nothing around for miles save for the unbroken horizon, glowing with warmth as the sun sets on yet another day.

tabris makes a note:

my queen,
i've never seen so many colors before in my life. one day,
i hope you can see them too.


two

tabris can hear the way his bones break as he makes contact with solid concrete. a roar sounds far off in the distance — some oddly shaped monster now tearing down an entire city as tabris struggles to his feet. no use though — his legs give out as soon as he tries to lift himself from the crater the impact of his body left behind. he lets his head fall back, taking a deep breath. pain courses through every inch of his body, but he's used to it by now. it still hurt, of course, but he knows he can walk it off in ten minutes, his bones regenerating and reforming as each moment passes.

he looks up as screams erupt alongside the sound of cascading towers. only one thought is in his head right now:

the sky sure is pretty today.


three

he remembers spending many years on a planet called earth. of all the worlds he's visited, he has to admit it's one of his favorites. he can't really put a finger on why, either; he's been to so many places, so many realms — each more fantastical than the last — but somehow, for some reason, he keeps coming back to earth.

perhaps it's because it's one of the few places where roses exists.

he loves roses. they remind him of his queen, waiting in her radiance somewhere far, far away — where the sunsets are beautiful and perpetually in motion.

the ones on earth could never compare, but tabris likes them anyway.


four

he's gone by so many names he's lost count. he's worn so many faces, sometimes he forgets which one's his own. looking into the mirror reveals some smiling apparition he knows by name but not by heart. is that really me? he thinks. of course, he knows it is. there's only one tabris in all the universes he's been to. yet, something feels... inexplicably off.

punching monsters in the face can only carry his one-track mind for so long. eventually the silence catches up to him, and when that happens he knows he can no longer stay still.

this is what it means to be sick with wanderlust.



 

[lysander]

　

T R I V I A  T I M E  !



• being ridiculously powerful doesn't make him a winner. as soon as things get REALLY rough he just... bails. he runs. he's a pansy. this might be another reason for his... apparent longevity.
  
  
• he's not even close to a vegetarian despite apparently being part rabbit i guess??? HOLY CRAP DOES HE EAT LIKE A CARNIVORE. he has TERRIBLE table manners. he puts hyenas to shame.
  
  
• he can fit anything into his pocket. like doraemon. he might actually be a prettier, more human shaped doraemon if it wasn't for the fact that he keeps nothing useful in his pocket. it's usually weird stuff like souvenirs from other dimensions, or... pretty rocks he finds lying around. he has a really hard time finding anything in there.
  
  
• when he uses magic to disguise his appearance, he still... can't stop smiling. what he CAN do is manipulate his appearance to make it seem like he isn't smiling at times, but physically he's... still smiling. it's just an illusion. a fake. i think his face is just... stuck like that tbh. honestly he doesn't remember to do the magic stuff so even when he masquerades as a human he's smiling a lot of the time. it's really weird.
  
  
• his favorite color is red.
  
  
• when he's not doing something annoying, he's either looking at the sky or constantly looking at his watch.
  
  
• he doesn't sleep very much. he always stays up to watch the moon.
  
  
• his weapon of choice is a basically a giant lethal pocket watch that's basically just. a battle yo-yo. combat yo-yo. you wouldn't wanna get CLOCKED with that, huh................
  
  
• ok so he's basically what you'd get if you mashed together the march hare from alice in wonderland and the little prince (le petite prince) and also made him a magical boy capable of destroying entire cities
  
  
• esfp/chaotic neutral
  
  
• also he can hide the rabbit ears. but only if he's not fighting. they ALWAYS pop out when he's too busy concentrating on fights
  
  
  　

[lysander]

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tfw u realize the tryout says 12pm not 12am and can only draw this in the 10 minutes u have left bc timezones