Tabris[WiP]
Oct 30, 2011 22:29:08 GMT -8
Post by Śākyamuni on Oct 30, 2011 22:29:08 GMT -8
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[/style][style=color:FFEFD5; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #444444; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: -8px; text-transform: lowercase]we can take to the sky | the will to live shall die
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gender~Manly Male
age~16
alias
- ~Hei
- ~Esdras
birth counrty~Kumogakure no Sato
home~Kumogakure no Sato
rank~Genin
profession~TBA
difficulty setting~Hardcore/Advanced
alignment~Chaotic Good
types[~Ninjutsu|Taijutsu|Genjutsu]
release~Katon[Fire]
height~1.72m
weight~62 Kg
APPEARANCE
Nondescript. Plain. Fragile. Human.
In essence the perfect Ninja. Tabris does not appear threatening unless the situation presses. He does not seem over bearing or seem to posses the caring that some show. He is not by any means 'beautiful', or 'pretty'. But there is a certain air about him, the best way to describe it would be simply to say' he is an acquired taste', you can't start off thinking him beautiful or abnormally, for there is none of that. He does perhaps posses a little more then the average man's charm, but it does little to impede his stealth in populated areas. If Tabris where to vanish within a crowd, it would become night impossible to find him unless you where intimately acquainted with the man, he is simply over look-able.
His Stygian hair is short and unruly, nonchalantly refusing to be tamed no matter the level of physical concretion. He wears it around his head in a serious of bangs; each varying in length.
His eyes possess a glint of hidden intelligence, or more correctly, a slight twinkle that might alert those who would over look him. To the passer-by however, they are black, not the sort of hypnotic purples and blues that one might find. Certainly not the more exotic conditions either, it is a two dimension black. Plain and simple. No hidden depth within them too give away anything.
His skin tone is not impressive, instead it remains stubbornly obstinate, refusing too tan or to loose any of it's texture, which might have been preferable to it's wearer: this is simply because the degree to which the skin of Tabris gleams is a dead give away to someone who spends too much time in the sun, not such a good look for someone trying to stay hidden.
When Tabris is actively on duty, he tends to wear a simple mask, plain white with two blacked out gaps for eye pieces, a thin concave crimson line to represent the mouth, and a bolt of lightning, skilfully bisecting his right eye slot. The pigmentation of the flamboyant artwork is coloured a royal purple, the only bit of the mask that actually calls out for attention. This mask is only worn when Tabris is actively attempting to ambush someone. It is usually doned when their are potential eye-witnesses to the event, and he does not wish for his face to be memorized.
His face is usually held in sober expression, reflecting someone who has seen too much in life, or a busybody with a desk full of work, typically Tabris will assume the false persona of the latter.
His choice of attire is not different then his expression, wearing plane clothes and often inter-changing them, leaving little to no gaps in his wardrobe, even though as a Nukenin he has to pack light, and keep moving. Lest he be captured and killed. This effectively explains his need for perpetual employment and the majority of clothing store crimes can be largely attributed to him for a short period of time in one specific area, before he moves on.
He usually wears the plain civilian clothes that are the cheapest and most common in the stores, when on 'business', he dons a black tench-coat, while the outside is dark, the inside is a dark green, letting him switch between the two colours as the need for camouflage changes. Unlike most shinobi, he does not choose to wear thongs or boosts. The norm being the latter. When the need arises, and dons his mask and trench-coat, he places a pair of light leather boots, curiously adorned with multiple straps, this prevents the leather from creaking and keeps a high amount of feedback to the young Nukenin.
Other miscellaneous pieces of equipment that he casually adorns is a necklace, this is a plain object; but carries vast significance to the possessor of the jewellery. As is the everlasting curse of a Nukenin, they remain attached to their headbands, and despite their attempts to leave the incriminating piece of equipment in their lonesome paths, they cannot. Be it sentimentality or simple regret; they are bound to their markers. Tabris is not different, but unlike some, he does not wear it openly, unlike those who are seemingly crazed with regret and do so almost willingly, instead it has been used as a belt for the Missing-Nin, who had it converted after a fatal run in with a tailor, predictably the tailor was who the encounter proved fatal for.
PERSONALITY
That the world is a game; which is an excuse used by more than one soul to explain away precisely -why- they find the ideas of mundane thought to be alternately boring and hysterical or hypocritical and backwards, but it is again applied to Tabris. Take a mind gifted with a proper intellect and give it room to grow, and then introduce to it the lure that all of reality could be understood and controlled-one only had to study it from the proper angle. This mind would belong to a young boy born in the shadow of the towers of others. Yet nobody is born with ideas in their heads, therefore; watching the growth of ideas of otheres allows one to cite from an introspective viewing point.
Tabris possesses just enough intellect to see past the jailbait patterns of breakfast, lunch, dinner and bed, but not quite enough to know that buckling down and working to control the world was a far safer venue that setting yourself up as a demonic lord.
The concepts of dark arts are laughable for Tabris, who sees no such thing as good or evil. Whether or not a skill outwardly would appear black, it matters little; if something may save his life or take another; it is a shame to waste opportunities.
Morality, in his eyes, is set down by the gods to be followed by quaking mortal sheep, and if you need not obey them then why should you abstain? For this reason, it is quite simple for the man to perform deeds which could be considered perversions of nature or of justice-why bother stopping? Who was going to catch you? The police? A lowly Shinobi justice enforcement group? Well, if you were weak enough or shortsighted enough to be stopped by a 'cop', then you deserved your fate. This point of view is remarkably common among most of the Necro-Hunters, as they grow older and grow more cynical, they typically begin doubting the existence of anything that resides above the clouds.
Tabris hates fortune telling, horoscopes, fengshui, psychics and anyone whose trade involves taking money from people for things that they cannot see. This is typically because it enrouches on his beliefs of the plausibility of greater realm of reality.
This is mainly due to the upbringing that Tabris had which was based mainly around the use of truth and telling a truth with deceit for the greater good. As such Tabris will often tell half-truths or twist the truth for his own purposes.
Understandably, Tabris thinks of the divine as being nothing more than overgrown humans who have power that they should keep better watch over lest it be taken from them. There is no reason in his eyes as to why a human cannot attain that level, particularly not when the gods pluck away souls and then bind them to their wants.
By the same token, Tabris suffers from feeling as if there are no absolutes in the world. He occasionally tires of his own games, knowing by his own logic that reality is only what he is reaching for, and if he should put his side of the playing pieces down then there are no stories of justice or morals to rally him back. He is far too proud to resort to giving into such illusions, however.
What do you do when you see the seams of the world and also see just how frail they truly are? When you can shake out the game of mortal lives and bind it to your own ambition to give it its only worth, what rule is there to command you when the nights are quiet and the rewards not as bright as they had once seemed to be?
You entertain yourself. Tabris has no intentions yet of giving into the same despair which his own logics have brought him to, and if his laughter is a little too wild and a little too out of control-forgive him, he's only having a long day.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/sup]
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