Post by tristan on Nov 15, 2010 20:26:12 GMT -5
TRISTAN WINDSOR
"You can't escape the past."
"You can't escape the past."
NAME: Tristan Windsor
AGE: 25 years
GENDER: Male
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION: Ex-Assassin
REGION: Land of Astale
ERA: Medieval
POWER: None
EQUIPMENT: Two daggers
LIKES:
- Looking strong
- Understanding things
- A good meal
- Intelligent people
- Solitude
- Watching the clouds
- Doing good deeds
- Being right
DISLIKES:
- Being wrong
- Unintelligent people
- Death and dying
- Asking for help
- Unnecessary bloodshed
- Himself
- Admitting defeat
- Large crowds
FEARS:
- Getting close to people
SECRET: He used to be an assassin. He has never told anyone this before, wanting desperately to escape his dark and bloody past.
PERSONALITY: At first meeting, Tristan often comes off cold. His personality is far from attractive, and it is quite clear that he wants nothing to do with anyone. He prefers to spend his time in isolation, lost deep in his thoughts. He dislikes interacting with other people, and he feels very uncomfortable in social situations. He has spent most of his life like this, alone, and that is how he plans to live out the rest of it. He doesn't get along well with people, and he usually just keeps to himself, staying well away from most of society. He has grown up with little social interaction and is not very skilled at judging social situations. He can handle one on one conversation, but being in large groups makes him nervous and uneasy, and he will often act awkward.
Tristan is tough, very strong, and he is someone who detests showing weakness of any sort. He hates asking for help, and he would rather suffer in silence than request assistance from anyone. He has a lot of pride, and he finds it embarrassing to ask for advice. Often times, he seems indifferent to the world around him. This is because he does not like to express his softer emotions; sadness, fear, guilt, happiness. He prefers to keep up a mask and hide behind the brick wall he has built. Since he keeps his kinder and more human side hidden, he is often misjudged by people. Others frown upon his aloof attitude, but what he really needs is someone with a little patience, someone who will show him how to have fun and teach him life isn't all that bad.
Tristan has a gentle side too, though he doesn't often show it. Underneath his hard exterior, behind the brick walls he has put up, he has a kind heart. Unfortunately, his pride usually gets in the way, making it hard to express his more tender feelings, and he usually gives the wrong impression. Secretly, he likes to do good deeds, one a week if he can. He does this partly to try and make up for his sins, to make himself feel like a better person. That, and he isn't really as mean as he acts. He is human like everyone else, and although he claims that he likes to be alone, that he hates other people, he is actually quite a lonely person.
HISTORY: Tristan was born in a small village in the southern parts of the land. Life was hard, drought and famine plaguing the lands, but the people in the village did everything they could to keep living, determined to survive. Tristan was no different. He was a strong child, someone with great willpower and determination.
His village was destroyed in a raid when he was just a small child, and he was left homeless at the age of ten. Tristan’s parents were killed in that raid, as were most of the other villagers. He had been small though, and there were many good hiding places that he could fit, so his mother stuffed him under the bed just before the bandits broke into the house. She told him to stay in his hiding spot no matter what happened, and so he did, as he was a good boy and always listened to what his parents told him. Only a few minutes later, the doors to the house were broken down and the bandits slaughtered everyone inside, killing his family right before his eyes. This event has traumatized him for life.
When the raid was over, Tristan came out of hiding only to find that there was no one left, that he was the only survivor. Terrified and having no idea what he should do, he ran away from the village, scared the bandits might come back for him. He became lost in the dark southern lands and ended up collapsing from starvation. Luckily, a man who was travelling through the area discovered him. At first he thought the boy was dead, but upon closer examination found that he was very much alive. He saw something in Tristan, maybe it was the determination, his will to live, but he liked what he saw, and because of it decided to save the boy’s life. He took him in as his own son and raised him.
This man was not just any man though. He was an assassin. It was his job to find and kill people; that was how he made his living, that was how he survived. Of course, Tristan being his adopted son, it was only natural that he followed the same path. Tristan was raised in a village of assassins, a group of dark men. He was showed little kindness here. The young child from before was killed off, his innocence destroyed, and within a few years a cold-hearted man had taken his place. He was hardened by his years of training, of killing people, some innocent and some not so innocent. He took countless lives, knowing no other way to live. His life went on like this for many years, until one day he met someone that he could not kill.
Tristan fell in love with one of his targets, a very dangerous thing to do, and when his forbidden romance was discovered, he was punished. After this he decided to leave the village and break free from the chains that had been holding him captive for fifteen long years. He ran away from the life, left it behind, and headed north. He has settled down in one of the towns near the kingdom and is now leading a new life. His past still haunts him though, and he is unable to forget his dark memories, unable to move on. He is a rather cold person, and he lives by himself, alone, isolated from the rest of society. He rarely interacts with people, and the only time he really leaves his house is to visit the tavern to get drunk. People sometimes wonder about this mysterious man, but there are few that are brave enough to speak to him.
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ALIAS: Aryan