Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 18, 2009 18:49:45 GMT -8
``TRISTAN ETIENNE MACMILLAN
Only the strongest will survive,
Lead me to heaven, when we die
The christened me CEARA and I’ve fought through SEVENTEEN summers. They say I’m SILLY, CREATIVE, KIND and I’m not planning to change any time soon. I read carefully and I have found that the magic words are DENMARK. Many masks hang upon my castle wall, but I hide behind CEARA MINDELAN, GABRIEL CAMUS, DEMYTH CHALFON, CONSTANCE HAWK and I’ve been playing this game of Risk for ABOUT FOUR YEARS and people say I’m d*** good at it.
♠ ♠ deep in the h e a r t l a n d ♠ ♠
[/color] Great Britain
Nickname(s) Uh…Tris? xD
Age Seven
Gender Male
Date of Birth August 4th, 1508
Kingdom
Social Class Peasant
Occupation[/color] Beggar
Religion Christian, if any
Race Werewolf (bitten)
Martial Status Single
Sexuality[/color] Heterosexual
Face Claim Ayush Mahesh Khedekar
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♠ ♠ we stand like b r o t h e r s ♠ ♠
[/color] Thomas MacMillan (uncle)
FAMILY He never knew his father, as he is the result of a one night stand and his mother never felt the need to try find his father again. He absolutely adored his mother, however. He only met his uncle (Thomas) once, when he was very young, and doesn’t remember him at all.
Father Arthur Destin
Mother Deirdre MacMillan (deceased)
Siblings None
Extended Family
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♠ ♠ raggle taggle g y p s y - o ♠ ♠
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QUIET FRIENDLY SELFLESS GENTLE PLAYFUL
FULL PERSONALITY Tristan has a bit of a learning disorder, a very mild case of mental retardation. He doesn’t speak at all, and he doesn’t seem to understand most things, yet despite this he is extremely happy and friendly, giving small gifts such as flowers to people that he likes. He loves shiny things of any sort, and he likes to run around. He’s full of energy and will eat just about any food that is placed in front of him. Despite all this, he is able to learn stuff, just very slowly, and someone would have to have a lot of patience to deal with him, as he is easily distracted. Needless to say, he is very affectionate with people that he likes. He also doesn’t recognize danger when it is staring him in the face, not unless someone is hurting/yelling at him, or hurting/yelling at someone he likes. For the record, swords that the sunlight glints off of he classifies as shiny things.
Strengths >>
- Long endurance
- Good at hiding
- Good at making friends
- Can count (with the help of his fingers)
- Fast runner
Flaws>>- Can’t swim
- Can’t really talk
- Very slow learner
- Not so smart (mostly cause he’s uneducated)
- Doesn’t recognize danger
Likes
[/li][li] Shiny things
[/li][li] People
[/li][li] Presents
[/li][li] Running
[/li][li] Playing
Dislikes[/color]>>
[/li][li] Yelling
[/li][li] Fighting
[/li][li] Crying
[/li][li] Hurting
[/li][li] Water (lakes, etc.)[/li][/ul]
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♠ ♠ shoulder to s h o u l d e r ♠ ♠
[/color] 53 pounds
APPEARANCE Tristan has tanned skin and short, dark hair. His eyes are a brown that look almost mahogany coloured in some light, though they lack the usual intelligence that most boys his age have. He is also very thin, even a little malnourished, since he is a peasant after all. He is the average height for a boy his age.
APPEARANCE Werewolf form: While Tristan is in werewolf form, he is completely black and has short fur, just like his hair in human form. Also, as in human form, his eyes are a dark brown. He looks like a young wolf, though a large one. It's hard to believe that should he get fed properly, he would grow into a wolf that is much larger than the average one. (Link for a picture i36.tinypic.com/2a0zmo.jpg)
Hair Short, black
Eyes Dark brown (almost mahogany in some light)
Height 3 feet tall
Weight
Skin Tone[/color] Tanned skin
Body Type[/color] Very skinny, not very muscled
Distinguishing Marks[/color] A bite mark on his shoulder, where he was bitten by a werewolf.
Clothing[/color] Very dirty and ripped up clothes, wearing plain brown trousers and a filthy and ripped up dark blue shirt that is several sizes too big for him. He wears plain, dirty and ripped up leather shoes. He also has a very plain sort of chain around his neck, like for a necklace, and on it is a simple slab of metal that has his name carved into it. His mother gave it to him when she realized he couldn't say his own name, and didn't feel like taking the time to teach him. Instead, when someone asks for his name, he can show it to them (providing he understands what they are asking.
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♠ ♠ forever ireland's c a l l ♠ ♠
FULL HISTORY Tristan was the result of a one night stand sort of thing between his mother and father. His mother was a prostitute, you see, as she was also a peasant. When she found out that she was pregnant, she decided not to try find Tristan’s father, because she didn’t plan on keeping him. She didn’t think she could ever love a child of a man she didn’t love, but more than that, she didn’t want her son to have the same life she did, feeling hungry all the time.
However, when he was born, she hadn’t been able to give him up. She loved him, you see, but she was never around much. She remained a prostitute, but she got another job as well, selling whatever she could steal during the day to support Tristan. For the first four years of his life, he was more taken care of by random strangers that his mother could pay to babysit him for the day, but despite this Tristan absolutely adored his mother. She was amazing, in his eyes, and she was definitely the most important person in his life.
From birth, Tristan had had the learning disorder, and because of this, no one ever really taught him much. He learned how to speak only a few words, other than that he was quite happy just listening to the sounds of people’s voices, even if he couldn’t always understand what was being said. He’d communicate with gestures when he really wanted something, like a drink or food, but he rarely complained about things (maybe because of the lack of his vocabulary to do so).
One man that was his babysitter a few times actually taught him to count to ten with his fingers. He was so proud of that fact. He couldn’t actually say the numbers, but if someone asked how old he was he was able to show them using his fingers. His mother also taught him to beg at the age of five, as she’d learned that people are much more generous when it is a child that is begging.
When Tristan was five years old, his mother hired a strange man to be his babysitter for the day. However, that night she was running late coming home, and it was the night of a full moon. Right before Tristan’s eyes the man changed into a horrible, giant wolf and attacked him. Tristan never really knew why the wolf hadn’t killed him. Instead that man had just bitten his shoulder and left him huddled there in the dark, his shoulder bleeding. By the next full moon, he had turned into a wolf himself.
It was that night, the first night he changed, that his mother was killed. Murdered by a savage beast in their own home while Tristan presumably slept. He never remembered what he had done, because he hadn’t been in control. It was only a few nights later, when he accidentally discovered that he could change into a wolf that he realized he was a werewolf.
For the past two years, he’s only barely survived, getting everything he needs by begging. He was kicked out of the tiny house he’d shared with his mother not long after her death, since he couldn’t pay the rent (or didn’t even really know how to). Instead he just sleeps wherever he feels like. Despite this horrible life, however, Tristan is a very happy boy. Perhaps it’s because of his mild mental retardation that keeps him happy.
National Heritage British
Accent British (not that he ever really talks)
Languages Spoken English (well…none, really)
Other Nada
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♠ ♠ caledonia, you're calling m e ♠ ♠
Role Playing Sample Ceara was sick and tired of her parents judging her. Why couldn’t they just get over the fact that she was never going to be one of those girly girls. She could never make them proud that way, but why couldn’t they be proud of the knight she had become? She had her flaws, like anyone else, but she was still a skilled knight. Her parents refused to acknowledge this, though, and it infuriated her.
Ceara slammed the door to the house she shared with her parents and her brother and began walking away from the house, looking furious and never looking back though she could hear that her mother had opened the door after her and was yelling at her to come back. Ceara just wanted to get as far away from them as she could for a few hours, maybe go to a bar and have a drink or two to get her mind off them. Heck, maybe she’d even make a friend, though she had to remind herself that a bar probably wasn’t the best place to try make friends.
Credits
This application was made by The Infamous Peregrine (me) on Swords of Speirling. The lyrics were taken from Celtic Thunder's Heartland, Raggle Taggle Gypsy-o, Ireland's Call and Caledonia. Do not steal.
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