Post by tristan on Nov 2, 2006 14:17:14 GMT -5
Name: Tristan Weiss
Age: 23
Race: Vampire
Order, Chaos, or Time (preference only) : Chaos
Appearance: Red eyes, dark hair, pale skin, and a soft expression of misery
Brief history: Tristan was a poor boy living in the land of Tirapen. He worked hard just like any other boy, but was far more passionate in everything he did. When he drank, ate, slept, worked, and when he loved there was no part of him he didn’t throw into it. Tirapen was a rich land built of the backs of its peasants, and Oserick, it’s ruler, would have it no other way. He had three daughters who all were to be wed to royalty. The youngest daughter however had it set in her head that she would be matched by love, and it was Tristan’s misfortune to win that love.
He was 18, and their affair was brief, but he wouldn’t have traded a second of it for his freedom. There was no way Oserick would allow his daughter to be with a peasant, and certainly no way he would allow the rest of the town learn of it. Tristan was thrown away into the dark dungeons, never to be seen again. Not one day went by where he didn’t think of her. She was the only thing that could bring him through his miserable hours with a crooked smile on his face. His days drifted on and apart all up until around 3 months ago. The incutlar, a mysterious and powerful serpent in the land of Tirapen had somehow gotten into the dungeon cell where Tristan was kept. He was bitten and death wasn’t far away. He’s cell mate Vincent sat at his side and asked him one question, “Tristan, are you ready to die?”
Die? He wasn’t ready to die. He had spend the last 5 years in imprisonment, and still awaited the rest of his days, but no, he wasn’t ready to die. He realized now that his love for Cassandra would never save him, and her love for him must not have been much for there were never attempts from her to save him. He shook his head, and with that, he was changed. A vampire, Vincent was a vampire. He hid it well. Tristan never knew, and neither did Oserick because vampires, and other creatures of the dark, suffered far worse punishments then imprisonment. Tristan’s breath grew cold and his eyes turned an icy red. Perhaps the mix of the bites had caused this. After a long sleep Tristan awoke, and from that day forward both his and Vincent’s minds were flooded with nothing but escaping their fate. Soon they set their plan in motion.
Not all of the prisoners there were sent to serve a lifetime of retribution. Many came and went, and there were a few on their way out within the next few days. Tristan and Vincent saw this as an opportunity to set the stage for their escape. They would not use the cliché methods, but they would be let out. They would conspire a way to make the guards want to let them out, and so they did. Talk was not allowed during the wake hours, but they would often huddle together and whisper raising suspicion, and the whips, but it would be worth it in the end.
The guards knew something was going on. Five years of cooperation shattered by these huddled talks. Suspicion indeed rose, along with curiosity. When the night fell, and they were awake the guards were listening in they spewed out the story they had been working on. Treasures, riches beyond the wildest imagination lay out there waiting for them, if only they could escape to find them themselves.
Each day more of their stories unfolded, and more little snippets were left for the guards to hear. Each day they were filling their heads with wonder and greed, until it was infectious, and was working too well. Weeks later they were approached by a group of guards questioning them on the whereabouts to the riches, they offered an exchange, their freedom for guides to the treasure. They led for days out into the middle of no where for this treasure. They kept on until they were sure they were far enough from Tirapen, and when the guards were in their sleep, they were killed one by one, and their bodies done away with. The two then parted ways and wished each other much luck on their journeys, and the walk began that led Tristan into Night World.
Age: 23
Race: Vampire
Order, Chaos, or Time (preference only) : Chaos
Appearance: Red eyes, dark hair, pale skin, and a soft expression of misery
Brief history: Tristan was a poor boy living in the land of Tirapen. He worked hard just like any other boy, but was far more passionate in everything he did. When he drank, ate, slept, worked, and when he loved there was no part of him he didn’t throw into it. Tirapen was a rich land built of the backs of its peasants, and Oserick, it’s ruler, would have it no other way. He had three daughters who all were to be wed to royalty. The youngest daughter however had it set in her head that she would be matched by love, and it was Tristan’s misfortune to win that love.
He was 18, and their affair was brief, but he wouldn’t have traded a second of it for his freedom. There was no way Oserick would allow his daughter to be with a peasant, and certainly no way he would allow the rest of the town learn of it. Tristan was thrown away into the dark dungeons, never to be seen again. Not one day went by where he didn’t think of her. She was the only thing that could bring him through his miserable hours with a crooked smile on his face. His days drifted on and apart all up until around 3 months ago. The incutlar, a mysterious and powerful serpent in the land of Tirapen had somehow gotten into the dungeon cell where Tristan was kept. He was bitten and death wasn’t far away. He’s cell mate Vincent sat at his side and asked him one question, “Tristan, are you ready to die?”
Die? He wasn’t ready to die. He had spend the last 5 years in imprisonment, and still awaited the rest of his days, but no, he wasn’t ready to die. He realized now that his love for Cassandra would never save him, and her love for him must not have been much for there were never attempts from her to save him. He shook his head, and with that, he was changed. A vampire, Vincent was a vampire. He hid it well. Tristan never knew, and neither did Oserick because vampires, and other creatures of the dark, suffered far worse punishments then imprisonment. Tristan’s breath grew cold and his eyes turned an icy red. Perhaps the mix of the bites had caused this. After a long sleep Tristan awoke, and from that day forward both his and Vincent’s minds were flooded with nothing but escaping their fate. Soon they set their plan in motion.
Not all of the prisoners there were sent to serve a lifetime of retribution. Many came and went, and there were a few on their way out within the next few days. Tristan and Vincent saw this as an opportunity to set the stage for their escape. They would not use the cliché methods, but they would be let out. They would conspire a way to make the guards want to let them out, and so they did. Talk was not allowed during the wake hours, but they would often huddle together and whisper raising suspicion, and the whips, but it would be worth it in the end.
The guards knew something was going on. Five years of cooperation shattered by these huddled talks. Suspicion indeed rose, along with curiosity. When the night fell, and they were awake the guards were listening in they spewed out the story they had been working on. Treasures, riches beyond the wildest imagination lay out there waiting for them, if only they could escape to find them themselves.
Each day more of their stories unfolded, and more little snippets were left for the guards to hear. Each day they were filling their heads with wonder and greed, until it was infectious, and was working too well. Weeks later they were approached by a group of guards questioning them on the whereabouts to the riches, they offered an exchange, their freedom for guides to the treasure. They led for days out into the middle of no where for this treasure. They kept on until they were sure they were far enough from Tirapen, and when the guards were in their sleep, they were killed one by one, and their bodies done away with. The two then parted ways and wished each other much luck on their journeys, and the walk began that led Tristan into Night World.