Post by Tristan on Dec 8, 2006 15:29:03 GMT 10
Character's Name: Tristan
Age: 283
Race: Vampire
Title: Proud Warrior
Power(s): Tristan has the usual capabilities of any vampire but he has a sharper wit than most and tends to detect dangerous situations before attackers have the chance to strike. Sneaking up on this guy is definately a poor choice. He will no doubt catch and waste no time slaughtering you. Perhaps it is because of his abilities he has been able to be a successful warrior.
Coven: Ventana
Weapon(s): Tristan is skilled with nearly every weapon but he only keeps a large sword on him at all times and a dagger tucked away snuggly out if sight. His sword is thick and heavy which makes it hard for others to be able to use it if they manage to take it from him during battle unless they have strength that mirrors his own.
Appearence: Tristan is a rugged-looking youth that looks to be in his 20's, although he can't remember is age when he was 'reborn'. He always has a shadow of facial hair on his face but he manages to keep himself looking trim and clean for any particular special occasion. His hair is long, about shoulder length, and is such a dark chocolate hue it nearly looks black. It naturally falls in front of his eyes in straight locks which causes him to tuck a chunk of hair behind his right ear and out of his eyes when he's in deep thought. Tristan's eyes are a deep sapphire, nearly black, and seem to hold something not so trivial. He is of average height and weight for a man his age but sometimes his piercing eyes and intelligent silence gives others the impression that Tristan is bigger than he really is. The youth also keeps himself in top shape for battle, leaving his body, especially his arms and legs, very muscular. Despite being toned, Tristan is exceptionally tender-hearted which shows by his mannerisms and the way he carefully speaks. This causes some people to be frightened of him at first but eventually grow to respect his ways.
Personality: Tristan keeps to himself mostly and others often label him as a loner. Yet, on the battlefield he becomes a forced to be reconned with and many of his enemies go in the opposite direction at the mere sight of him. Tristan uses brilliant tactics during battle and carries an air of leadership about him. Despite his lower rank, he is the best of the best amongst his fellow warriors and many of his comrades look up to him. He hopes to be honored with a higher position in the future and his efforts never go unnoticed, although he never has to do much to impress others with his battle skills.
Tristan also holds an intense silence about him when he becomes irritated. Instead of blowing up in another's face when provoked, he stands his ground defiantly and stares with his piercing eyes. He's generally level-headed and can over think certain social situations or problems. This causes him to become a mess when he falls for another and he feels hopeless when he isn't surrounded by the one who has his heart. Thus, he tries to separate himself from those he seems to be growing a strong relationship with. Tristan considers love, whether it be with a close friend or a woman, an inconvenience to him. Yet, deep down he truly feels there is someone who could soften his heart and make him eternally content.
Since love or relationships seldom form between him and others, Tristan rarely shows a cheerful or enthusiastic emotion. He's always serious, perhaps a little too serious, and is usually the last to be noticed outside of the battlefield. But, he is completely loyal to anything he devotes himself to and will die willingly for his principles.
Past History: Tristan lived in a quiet household as a human child. His mother didn't speak much because of an incident that happened to her before he was born. Tristan could only assume that it must've been severely traumatic to her since she never spoke of the occurence. As far as he knew, his father had left his mother when he was just a baby and his mother had never heard from him since.
As a teen, he grew up strong and had a bright future ahead of him. This pleased his mother and she guided him throughout his childhood to become a successful knight. Her dreams for him were certainly coming true but Tristan was always worried for his mother. She seemed to grow more and more haggard as the years passed, as if something were sucking at her very soul. His mother wished she could be more motherly for her son and took a chance to show affection before she sent him away for further training. She hugged and kissed him on the forehead but she could see in his eyes that he wasn't being comforted. It was then Tristan decided to become bold and ask her what had happened to her so many years ago. For a time, silence was all that answered him but she eventually confessed to him about his true roots. His father had raped his mother and left her to rot on the side of the road. A few travellers happened to pass by and saved her from near death. But the damage had been dealt. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Tristan, nine months later.
Anger filled his heart. When he was finally sent away his mother wished him well and made him swear he wouldn't dwell on the past too much. She knew he had too great of a chance to become a flourishing young man to carry hate in his heart forever. Yet, Tristan had no intentions of putting his complete effort in his training until he had a little taste of revenge.
When he grew out of his teen years and into a healthy youth, Tristan still felt repulsed by his own father. He spent the next few years wasting away his life on alcohol and began to slip farther away from his knighthood.
It was during one of these drunken stupors when his life would change forever. He had been stumbling down the side of a road, disoriented and unaware of where he was, when a vampire decided he would be perfect for the 'gift' seeing as no one would miss a drunk. The transaction of blood had been made and Tristan had been made an immortal that very night. Yet, the vampire did not stick around for very long. To this day Tristan has yet to find the immortal who might've saved him from a pathetic fate.
After he obtained his immortality, the years seemed to pass quicker than usual. Tristan learned of his various new abilities rapidly despite not having an instructor or helpful companion. Yet, it was during these years when Tristan was the most vulnerable due to being a fresh vampire. He lived a solitary life and fed upon unsuspecting mortals, often picking ones that he suspected no one would miss such as murders and lowly slum.
Eventually, Tristan made his way to Nullius and began his vocation as a warrior. To his satisfaction, he grew to be a very promising warrior, picking up on skills quickly and following orders well. But when the butterfly was set free his whole world was turned upside down. Tristan decided to join the Ventana coven since it was the leader of the Guerra coven, Lilith, who caused such turmoil to change his home of Nullius forever. His side rests with the Ventana coven for eternity.
Interests: Any kind of weaponry will immediately catch Tristan's eye. He loves practicing with his sword but his main goal is to be skilled in nearly every weapon known to man. He also loves strolling with Kai at night when the air is fresh and damp.
Pets: Tristan only has one pet, a pure white stallion, but he considers Kai as more of a friend than a pet. Kai is quite possibly the only creature that Tristan can trust currently. Kai is extremely intelligent for a horse and will only let Tristan ride him. The pure white brute has carried his master proudly into many battles and will die for Tristan any day.
>>Kai<<
RP sample: Tristan could feel Kai's legs stiffen as the warriors lined up for battle atop their steeds. The pearly hued stallion hated the long wait until the Head Warrior motioned for the troops to fight. Kai tossed his head with impatience and snorted, causing white billows of air to escape his flared nares. Tristan looked towards the sky as he noticed that whisps of air were also emitting from his mouth when he exaled. Dark clouds of an ashen hue formed above the warrior's head. Something was happening to the land of Nullius. The atmosphere was starting to feel cold and barren.
The Head Warrior was preparing for the battle ahead by wielding his sword and holding it towards the heavens, oblivious of the drastic changes occuring about him. Both sides grew silent and Tristan tightened his reins as he was becoming just as anxious as Kai. The sound of leather and armor echoed through the vast field they were about to fight upon. The Head Warrior's war call boomed across the expanse of land and his troops, along with Tristan, called back.
"For Nullius! For King Logan! For Audrina and Lestat!"
Tristan unsheathed his thick sword and Kai shifted his weight with a restless grunt. One after another, the other warriors raised their fists into the air and shouted again. They had always protected Nullius with their lives and were confident they would come out successfully in this battle.
The opposing troops bellowed their own war cry and soon the two rival sides collided with each other like a huge wave. Blood spurted in the air and screams filled the ears of the fighting warriors as Tristan slowly made his way towards the front. He hacked his way through the enemy forces, slicing off heads with a swift swipe of his sword.
But his bravery caught the eye of one warrior. He gripped his spear tightly and flung it towards Tristan, gritting his yellowed teeth in a snarl. The spear landed its target and knocked the wind out of Tristan as he fell off of Kai. Tristan hit the ground with a dull thud and dirt flew up around him. He coughed and felt the end of the spear where it protruded from his chest. Shouts of war circled him but his vision was limited from the dust that was kicked up from fighting warriors.
Just as he was about to pull the spear out of his body, a mace soared through the air and slammed into the earth, missing his head by inches. Tristan rolled off to the side and noticed his sword had been flung from his grip when he fell. but it was too late. Kai was no where around and he could not turn his back towards whom ever tried to kill him moments before.
Without fail the same warrior who had wielded the spear appeared, mace in hand, and lifted his weapon in a fighting stance. Tristan rolled from side to side to evade the mace as the warrior smashed it into the ground with several blows. Tristan lay on his back, brought his feet up close to his chest, and kicked the mace-brandishing warrior, causing him to be catapulted into other combatants.
Tristan swiftly got to his feet and finally took the chance to pull the spear from his torso. Blood spilled like hot wine at his feet, moistening the earth. But there was no more time to squander on attending to wounds. The warrior had gotten to his feet as well and was charging towards him with his mace held threateningly above his head. Tristan had to think fast. Not even a shield would save his head from being crushed underneath such a bulky weapon. He wrenched a dagger from his boot and waited for the warrior to near him. When the time was right, Tristan ran and slid on his back in the direction of the soldier. As he passed between the astonished mace-wielder, Tristan cut upwards and ripped a major tendon on the inside of the warrior's leg.
With a deafening roar, his back came in contact with the ground and his mace was tossed from his hand. A sharp smile cut across Tristan's face as he slowly stood and limped over to the warrior. He watched the vampire's life blood spill from his leg and mix with the blood of other creatures of the night, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. Tristan drug the mace over to the warrior as he writhed like a worm from pain. Tristan raised the weapon with both his arms above his head and bellowed as the mace came down upon the vampire's head, crushing his skull into a pulpy mush.
With the warrior finally dead, Tristan breathed heavily as he finally found the time to check the gaping hole in his chest. War was a tricky business but he usually healed quickly thanks to his vampire abilities. He wiped blood and dirt from his face with his arm and whistled for Kai to come back to him. Tristan didn't want to waste time getting out of the hell.
Optional Information: Although Tristan is a loyal warrior, he will not follow orders that go against his principles or morals. He has been through too many battles to list but he has not yet come across this problem. As of right now, he hopes to stabilize his role as a warrior and perhaps gain a higher status.
Picture of the character: It's in my signature and avatar.
Age: 283
Race: Vampire
Title: Proud Warrior
Power(s): Tristan has the usual capabilities of any vampire but he has a sharper wit than most and tends to detect dangerous situations before attackers have the chance to strike. Sneaking up on this guy is definately a poor choice. He will no doubt catch and waste no time slaughtering you. Perhaps it is because of his abilities he has been able to be a successful warrior.
Coven: Ventana
Weapon(s): Tristan is skilled with nearly every weapon but he only keeps a large sword on him at all times and a dagger tucked away snuggly out if sight. His sword is thick and heavy which makes it hard for others to be able to use it if they manage to take it from him during battle unless they have strength that mirrors his own.
Appearence: Tristan is a rugged-looking youth that looks to be in his 20's, although he can't remember is age when he was 'reborn'. He always has a shadow of facial hair on his face but he manages to keep himself looking trim and clean for any particular special occasion. His hair is long, about shoulder length, and is such a dark chocolate hue it nearly looks black. It naturally falls in front of his eyes in straight locks which causes him to tuck a chunk of hair behind his right ear and out of his eyes when he's in deep thought. Tristan's eyes are a deep sapphire, nearly black, and seem to hold something not so trivial. He is of average height and weight for a man his age but sometimes his piercing eyes and intelligent silence gives others the impression that Tristan is bigger than he really is. The youth also keeps himself in top shape for battle, leaving his body, especially his arms and legs, very muscular. Despite being toned, Tristan is exceptionally tender-hearted which shows by his mannerisms and the way he carefully speaks. This causes some people to be frightened of him at first but eventually grow to respect his ways.
Personality: Tristan keeps to himself mostly and others often label him as a loner. Yet, on the battlefield he becomes a forced to be reconned with and many of his enemies go in the opposite direction at the mere sight of him. Tristan uses brilliant tactics during battle and carries an air of leadership about him. Despite his lower rank, he is the best of the best amongst his fellow warriors and many of his comrades look up to him. He hopes to be honored with a higher position in the future and his efforts never go unnoticed, although he never has to do much to impress others with his battle skills.
Tristan also holds an intense silence about him when he becomes irritated. Instead of blowing up in another's face when provoked, he stands his ground defiantly and stares with his piercing eyes. He's generally level-headed and can over think certain social situations or problems. This causes him to become a mess when he falls for another and he feels hopeless when he isn't surrounded by the one who has his heart. Thus, he tries to separate himself from those he seems to be growing a strong relationship with. Tristan considers love, whether it be with a close friend or a woman, an inconvenience to him. Yet, deep down he truly feels there is someone who could soften his heart and make him eternally content.
Since love or relationships seldom form between him and others, Tristan rarely shows a cheerful or enthusiastic emotion. He's always serious, perhaps a little too serious, and is usually the last to be noticed outside of the battlefield. But, he is completely loyal to anything he devotes himself to and will die willingly for his principles.
Past History: Tristan lived in a quiet household as a human child. His mother didn't speak much because of an incident that happened to her before he was born. Tristan could only assume that it must've been severely traumatic to her since she never spoke of the occurence. As far as he knew, his father had left his mother when he was just a baby and his mother had never heard from him since.
As a teen, he grew up strong and had a bright future ahead of him. This pleased his mother and she guided him throughout his childhood to become a successful knight. Her dreams for him were certainly coming true but Tristan was always worried for his mother. She seemed to grow more and more haggard as the years passed, as if something were sucking at her very soul. His mother wished she could be more motherly for her son and took a chance to show affection before she sent him away for further training. She hugged and kissed him on the forehead but she could see in his eyes that he wasn't being comforted. It was then Tristan decided to become bold and ask her what had happened to her so many years ago. For a time, silence was all that answered him but she eventually confessed to him about his true roots. His father had raped his mother and left her to rot on the side of the road. A few travellers happened to pass by and saved her from near death. But the damage had been dealt. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Tristan, nine months later.
Anger filled his heart. When he was finally sent away his mother wished him well and made him swear he wouldn't dwell on the past too much. She knew he had too great of a chance to become a flourishing young man to carry hate in his heart forever. Yet, Tristan had no intentions of putting his complete effort in his training until he had a little taste of revenge.
When he grew out of his teen years and into a healthy youth, Tristan still felt repulsed by his own father. He spent the next few years wasting away his life on alcohol and began to slip farther away from his knighthood.
It was during one of these drunken stupors when his life would change forever. He had been stumbling down the side of a road, disoriented and unaware of where he was, when a vampire decided he would be perfect for the 'gift' seeing as no one would miss a drunk. The transaction of blood had been made and Tristan had been made an immortal that very night. Yet, the vampire did not stick around for very long. To this day Tristan has yet to find the immortal who might've saved him from a pathetic fate.
After he obtained his immortality, the years seemed to pass quicker than usual. Tristan learned of his various new abilities rapidly despite not having an instructor or helpful companion. Yet, it was during these years when Tristan was the most vulnerable due to being a fresh vampire. He lived a solitary life and fed upon unsuspecting mortals, often picking ones that he suspected no one would miss such as murders and lowly slum.
Eventually, Tristan made his way to Nullius and began his vocation as a warrior. To his satisfaction, he grew to be a very promising warrior, picking up on skills quickly and following orders well. But when the butterfly was set free his whole world was turned upside down. Tristan decided to join the Ventana coven since it was the leader of the Guerra coven, Lilith, who caused such turmoil to change his home of Nullius forever. His side rests with the Ventana coven for eternity.
Interests: Any kind of weaponry will immediately catch Tristan's eye. He loves practicing with his sword but his main goal is to be skilled in nearly every weapon known to man. He also loves strolling with Kai at night when the air is fresh and damp.
Pets: Tristan only has one pet, a pure white stallion, but he considers Kai as more of a friend than a pet. Kai is quite possibly the only creature that Tristan can trust currently. Kai is extremely intelligent for a horse and will only let Tristan ride him. The pure white brute has carried his master proudly into many battles and will die for Tristan any day.
>>Kai<<
RP sample: Tristan could feel Kai's legs stiffen as the warriors lined up for battle atop their steeds. The pearly hued stallion hated the long wait until the Head Warrior motioned for the troops to fight. Kai tossed his head with impatience and snorted, causing white billows of air to escape his flared nares. Tristan looked towards the sky as he noticed that whisps of air were also emitting from his mouth when he exaled. Dark clouds of an ashen hue formed above the warrior's head. Something was happening to the land of Nullius. The atmosphere was starting to feel cold and barren.
The Head Warrior was preparing for the battle ahead by wielding his sword and holding it towards the heavens, oblivious of the drastic changes occuring about him. Both sides grew silent and Tristan tightened his reins as he was becoming just as anxious as Kai. The sound of leather and armor echoed through the vast field they were about to fight upon. The Head Warrior's war call boomed across the expanse of land and his troops, along with Tristan, called back.
"For Nullius! For King Logan! For Audrina and Lestat!"
Tristan unsheathed his thick sword and Kai shifted his weight with a restless grunt. One after another, the other warriors raised their fists into the air and shouted again. They had always protected Nullius with their lives and were confident they would come out successfully in this battle.
The opposing troops bellowed their own war cry and soon the two rival sides collided with each other like a huge wave. Blood spurted in the air and screams filled the ears of the fighting warriors as Tristan slowly made his way towards the front. He hacked his way through the enemy forces, slicing off heads with a swift swipe of his sword.
But his bravery caught the eye of one warrior. He gripped his spear tightly and flung it towards Tristan, gritting his yellowed teeth in a snarl. The spear landed its target and knocked the wind out of Tristan as he fell off of Kai. Tristan hit the ground with a dull thud and dirt flew up around him. He coughed and felt the end of the spear where it protruded from his chest. Shouts of war circled him but his vision was limited from the dust that was kicked up from fighting warriors.
Just as he was about to pull the spear out of his body, a mace soared through the air and slammed into the earth, missing his head by inches. Tristan rolled off to the side and noticed his sword had been flung from his grip when he fell. but it was too late. Kai was no where around and he could not turn his back towards whom ever tried to kill him moments before.
Without fail the same warrior who had wielded the spear appeared, mace in hand, and lifted his weapon in a fighting stance. Tristan rolled from side to side to evade the mace as the warrior smashed it into the ground with several blows. Tristan lay on his back, brought his feet up close to his chest, and kicked the mace-brandishing warrior, causing him to be catapulted into other combatants.
Tristan swiftly got to his feet and finally took the chance to pull the spear from his torso. Blood spilled like hot wine at his feet, moistening the earth. But there was no more time to squander on attending to wounds. The warrior had gotten to his feet as well and was charging towards him with his mace held threateningly above his head. Tristan had to think fast. Not even a shield would save his head from being crushed underneath such a bulky weapon. He wrenched a dagger from his boot and waited for the warrior to near him. When the time was right, Tristan ran and slid on his back in the direction of the soldier. As he passed between the astonished mace-wielder, Tristan cut upwards and ripped a major tendon on the inside of the warrior's leg.
With a deafening roar, his back came in contact with the ground and his mace was tossed from his hand. A sharp smile cut across Tristan's face as he slowly stood and limped over to the warrior. He watched the vampire's life blood spill from his leg and mix with the blood of other creatures of the night, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. Tristan drug the mace over to the warrior as he writhed like a worm from pain. Tristan raised the weapon with both his arms above his head and bellowed as the mace came down upon the vampire's head, crushing his skull into a pulpy mush.
With the warrior finally dead, Tristan breathed heavily as he finally found the time to check the gaping hole in his chest. War was a tricky business but he usually healed quickly thanks to his vampire abilities. He wiped blood and dirt from his face with his arm and whistled for Kai to come back to him. Tristan didn't want to waste time getting out of the hell.
Optional Information: Although Tristan is a loyal warrior, he will not follow orders that go against his principles or morals. He has been through too many battles to list but he has not yet come across this problem. As of right now, he hopes to stabilize his role as a warrior and perhaps gain a higher status.
Picture of the character: It's in my signature and avatar.