Post by TRISTAN BLACKSTONE on Jan 2, 2013 16:51:09 GMT -5
tristan nathanial blackstone
NICKNAME(S): Trist, Tris, Nate
GROUP: Yellow Eyed Nomad
ABILITY: shadow manipulation
AGE: looks 23 // really about 203
PLAYBY: Stephen Amell
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Tristan is a fairly normal height for a man his age. He stands about 6 feet tall with a very athletic build. His arms and abs are finely chiseled, and extraordinarily apparent. He tends to work out a lot still, to keep his beautiful guns in great and perfect shape. His chin is so subtly covered in a five o’ clock shadow, completing his rugged muscular look.
His deep, chocolate brown hair used to be longer in his younger days. A little lower than his ears as a matter of fact. Now though, Tristan keeps his hair relatively short, and spiked straight up. He actually puts a lot of time into keeping his hair looking good. His eyes are a thick swirling golden yellow. They once were a deep dark blood red, but he made that change with difficulty quiet recently. Sometimes the gold will have a reddish tint if he slips up and takes a small drink from whichever girl he happens to pick up. On his right pec, he has his family crest tattooed in a compass. Down the left side of his abs, he also had a saying written in Chinese symbols. Though he looks handsome as it is, Tristan also has his fair share of scars. Tris has scars on his chest and shoulders. Thankfully he is able to cover them all very easy.
Tristan is, surprisingly, well kept up with the current fashions of the time. When trends change, he goes along with it and does a decent job of staying on top of it, mostly to stay inconspicuous. Generally though, he tends to don a tight black t-shirt. Makes it easier for him to show off those gorgeous muscles of his. Plain old fashioned blue jeans and black leather biker boots complete his appearance, mostly because he believes they’re comfy. He also wears a black leather wristlet, given to him by his love long ago when he was still human.
PERSONALITY:
Generally speaking, Tristan gives the impression of being a bit of a hard ass. His all black attire and the muscle, don’t really help this impression, and many people think he looks a little like a bouncer. Though he seems like a scary guy to try and talk to, he is actually pretty cool, but seems a little like an over grown jock.
When first opening up to someone, Tristan is generally nice, but sometimes he’s need for sarcasm is a little more overpowering. This makes him seem a little insincere and inconsiderate. Really, he’s just trying to have some fun. When it comes down to being serious though, Tris is all there. He’s a great listener, especially to people he doesn’t really know. This is mainly because he doesn’t open up well to others, so he likes to hear about everyone else’s problems rather than paying attention to his own. He also give extremely good advice about these problems too, because he is extraordinarily level-headed… most of the time.
Once someone really gets to know him, the jokes never really stop. Close friends, he really enjoys pulling pranks on them and humiliating his friends. He also loves to play-fight and argues constantly. Obviously, he is extremely confrontational. He just tends to like to get under everyone’s skin, all the time. Generally, Tristan never means it in bad-blood, but sometimes, when the right buttons are pushed, his temper will show. He tends to try and hold back any anger he has. Usually though, it doesn’t work out too well for him. On the plus side though, his temper fizzles out pretty quickly.
Though Tristan seems to be an overall happy-go-lucky person, those who are close enough to him know that he is truly a tortured soul. When alone or with his closest friends, he becomes very subdued as memories come back to him. This usually leads to him being a bit of a player, in order to try and rid himself of the memory of the love he destroyed when he was first turned.
HISTORY:
For Tristan, his childhood wasn’t an easy one. His mother got pregnant with him without being married and she was shunned from her family and the rest of the town. She gave birth to him alone, and for a while had some trouble trying to get on their feet. When Tristan was 5, his mother finally got a job as a servant for the wealthiest family in town. Generally, he stayed out and in the servant’s quarters while there, so that his mom wouldn’t get in trouble. As he got older though, the family allowed him to help the other male servants around the house doing some heavy duty work, but mostly being the go-between from the kitchen to the men. He was 15 when he first met the families’ daughter, Gwen, who had been looking for his mother. Eventually they became best friends, despite their clashing personalities and social statuses. They began to grow fond of each other as time passed as well, but Gwen wasn’t allowed to see him because of their social statuses.
As Tristan made the transition from a boy to a man, he began doing more important tasks for the family, seeing as he had been working for them most of his life and was trusted. One of tasks was messenger. Many of these messages happened to be between Gwen and her fiancé. Through this time, he and Gwen began to grow farther and farther apart. A few days before the wedding, Tristan asked for a day or two off, more or less to drink himself into a stupor to prepare for his loves wedding with someone else. After drinking for a time, he met a woman at the bar with extraordinary good looks. Little did he know, the woman happened to be a vampire (he was too drunk to notice the creepy red eyes). She convinced him to leave with her, and he obliged easily. Once outside, the woman went to pull him toward the alley. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing and tried to politely decline her offer. The woman angered quickly and threw him against a wall, before pinning him there and biting his neck. He screamed out in pain, and she pulled back. He fell to the ground in an immense amount of pain. Through the pain, he realized the woman had just left him there, and he tried to pull himself somewhere to get help. He only managed to make it to a small nook in the building on his side.
The next morning he woke with a dull searing pain in the back of his mouth. He got up shakily, and walked out onto the now busy street, where the sound of rushing blood nearly drove him mad. In fear, Tristan turned and ran, back home, back to Gwen. As night fell, he arrived back home, pounding on the front door. To his relief Gwen opened the door and let him in. He couldn’t find the words to explain what had happened to him and continued to panic. When her arms slipped around him in an attempt to calm him down, the need and burning for blood overwhelmed him. He sunk his fangs into her neck and began to drink, trying desperately to quench his thirst. Tris felt her feeble attempts to make him stop but he paid them no mind. It wasn’t until she whispered the words ‘I love you’ that he found himself. He pulled his mouth from her throat, but not without difficulty. She went limp in his arms, withering unknowingly in pain.
Tris took her to his home off the property. It had been empty for a long time, and laid her genteelly on the bed. As she turned he watched in horror at what he had done. Instead of dwelling in this he wrote a note to her for when she woke. In it he apologized continuously, for himself and for leaving and explaining that he was no good for her and should’ve never gone to her like that. He left it in plain sight, so she would surely see it when she woke. Grabbed everything he owned and left without a word. As his heart broke time and time again, the shadows of anything on around him began to dance and transform. He realized he was doing this and took it upon himself to master this ability.
Since then he had been traveling the world, taken girls mostly to drink and never stopping in one place for too long. For the longest time he was running, from what he had done, and never actually enjoyed being a vampire. It was until a few years ago that he finally took the time to think about what he had done. Finally, Tristan realized that he needed to find Gwen and make things right. He was sick of being tortured and heartache. All he wanted was her. His journeys took him to Forks, after numerous hits about where she may be. Here he resides, working as a free lance writer as cover, still searching for the love of his eternal life.
RP SAMPLE:
uh so this post is from a ridiculous long time ago xD <3
Keisha opened her eyes slowly and gasped. Everything around her was black, but there were pinpoints of light all around, almost like stars on a cloudless night. But these lights were different, they just seemed to sway and dance, like they were trying to say something but didn't have the voice to get it across clearly. She stood slowly, noticing the floor seemed to move like water and it reflected the sky, or whatever it was, above, making it so that there were no possible boundaries. She turned quickly at the sound of whimpering. She recognized the wolf as herself, she would've recognized the left eye anywhere. Suddenly everything tumbled into a nightmare. She suddenly understood why the stars seemed so alive. They weren't stars. They were souls. Souls destined to wander this black abyss...
She was dying. With every second that passed the souls burned brighter. Her wolf self growled and something past her, and she whipped around to see what danger she was going to have to face. But what met her eyes was something she could've never had enough preparation for. The woman was tall and lean and her hair whipped around her shoulders, never once actually touching her face. There was a glow to her, like a candle in a lantern, that seemed to warm her entire presence. Beside her, proud as ever, set a black wolf with tinted red fur and splashes of white around his eyes and front paws. His eyes glowed with pride and freedom, all the power of an alpha radiating off him. Keisha's heart stuttered and her breathing quickly became shallow. She stared in to the two pairs of icy grey-blue eyes that stared at her.
They were the same icy grey eyes that Keisha saw every time she looked in a mirror.
"M-mom...? D-dad?" she said slowly not even wanting to believe it for herself. But her heart completely stopped when the woman and the wolf nodded slowly, both in the same moment and at the exact same speed. She stared, helplessly, back at them, and then everything around her lurched.
Her mother and father's forms started to disappear and everything seemed to turn in and out of focus. "You have something to take care of," her mother's voice said softly and the smile she gave Keisha was truly genuine. Keisha sank to her knees, emotion overriding ever inch of her body. You don't have a place here. We'll meet again... when it's time... her father's thoughts entered her mind as the black wolf got swiftly to his feet. Keisha's wolf self howled behind her as the entire world lurched again. She looked over her shoulder and saw to more figures evaporate in front of her. She'd recognize Alexander's silver hair and Paul's stubby balkiness anywhere. When she turned to look back at her parents, the world lurching even more violently this time and starting to become lighter, they were gone. They need you. Take care of them... where the last she heard of her parents before the light around her blinded and consumed her.
"Alex..." she murmured softly. The pain lunging over her back was intense, but she'd manage. Besides she'd had worse before. She felt the heat seeping through her arms. Her eyes fluttered slightly and she muttered, "Paul?"
Slowly she pushed herself up, trying to block out the memories of what she had done and what she had seen. She hugged both of the boys, quiet aware of the gash running down her back, and knowing she was going to kill herself with this.
She slowly crawled to her hands and knees, shifting into her wolf form as she did so. She swayed with every step she took. But even so she held her head high. She could feel some of the blood matting her fur. All she needed to do was get home and bandage it up. She'd be fine in no time. Keisha glanced over her shoulder at the boys, both of whom were staring at her, probably shocked that after partially dying she was already on her feet and walking.
She let her tongue roll out of her mouth in a tired wolfish grin.
Come on, boys, she thought, even her tiredness showing through in the thoughts. Let's go home.
With that she continued to walked, taking each step as carefully as she could, and blocking the words her parents had said to her from the other boys.
ALIAS: Keisha =3
TIME ZONE: Central
OTHER CHARACTER(S): Keisha, Rosalie, Alice
BY THE WAY..: lol yes another one xD
