Tristan MacMillan

[Tristan MacMillan]

Tristan Etienne MacMillan

Never feared for anything
Never shamed but never free
A life to heal the broken heart with all that it could
Lived a life so endlessly
Saw beyond what others see
I tried to heal your broken heart with all that I could

Will you stay?
Will you stay away forever?

How do I live without the ones I love?
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned
Place and time always on my mind
I have so much to say but you’re so far away

Plans of what our futures hold
Foolish lies of growing old
It seems we’re so invincible
The truth is so cold

A final song, a last request
A perfect chapter laid to rest
Now and then I try to find a place in my mind

Where you can stay
You can stay away forever
So far Away by Avenged Sevenfold

NICKNAMES AND ALIASES: Tris, Filthy Urchin
MEANING OF NAME: Tristan means Tumult while MacMillan means Son of the bald man…LAWL!
AGE: Seven
GENDER:Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Hetero, though he’s a little young to be thinking about it.
KINGDOM: Great Britain, though he would like to explore.
BIRTHPLACE: Great Britain
DATE OF BIRTH: August 4th, 1508
ACCENT: British, I guess?
LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, some french
REGIONAL HERITAGE: England
SPECIES: Werewolf (bitten)
SUBSPECIES OR RACE: Tanned skin…werewolf. Jeez, too indepth.
MARITAL STATUS: Single
SOCIAL CLASS: Peasant
OCCUPATION: Begger
RELIGION: Christian, though he doesn’t really care about religion.
PLAY-BY: Ayush Mahesh Khedekar
CANON, REQUESTED OR ORIGINAL?: Original

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.

QUIET ;

FRIENDLY ; SELFLESS ; GENTLE ; PLAYFUL

GENERAL PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:

Tristan has a bit of a learning disorder, a very mild case of mental retardation. He doesn’t speak much, both because he doesn’t really know many words and doesn’t like to speak, either. He doesn’t seem to understand a lot of the things that people say to him, 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.

BITS AND PIECES


STENGTHS:
• Long endurance
• Good at hiding
• Good at making friends, just not ones that last for more than a day
• Can count (up to ten, and with the help of his fingers)
• Fast runner

LIKES:
• Shiny things
• People
• Presents
• Running
• Playing
• Being pet (When he’s in his werewolf form…)

DISLIKES:
• Yelling
• Fighting
• Crying
• Hurting
• Water (lakes, etc.)
• Blood

FAVORITES:
• Favorite colour is green
• Favorite food are cookies, but he loves all food
• Favorite memory is being hugged by his mother
• Favorite word is ‘Friend’
• Favorite number is seven, his age
• Favorite name is ‘Tristan’, rivaled only by ‘Amri’ (is it okay if we keep their history, Yules?)

FLAWS

Can’t swim: He was never taught how to swim, so he’s terrified of large bodies of water, or even ponds.
Can’t really talk: He can say very few words, and half the time doesn’t even feel like talking, anyways. He might understand more than he lets on, but he is very happy just never really opening his mouth.
Very slow learner: This is because of his learning disorder, but it would take a lot of time and a lot of patience in order to teach him much of anything.
Not so smart (mostly cause he’s uneducated): He’s never been taught many things other than how to bed and how to count to ten. He doesn’t have very much common sense, either.
Doesn’t recognize danger: Someone could walk right up to him with a sword and he would probably just smile at them.
Clingy: Once he makes a friend, he never wants to let them go, ever. Not LITERALLY, but he thinks they’ll be in his life forever.

GENERAL APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION

Tristan has tanned skin and short, dark hair. His eyes are a brown that look almost mahogany coloured in some light. He is also very thin, even a little malnourished, since he is a peasant after all and he only weighs fifty-three pounds. He stands at three feet tall, which is about the average height of a boy his age. He has a nasty scar on his left shoulder, where he was bitten by a werewolf which then turned him into one.
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. (Link for a picture 3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwmkxPrKz90/Tah06F-DEzI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/51AXxOeh0SA/s1600/Brian+Wallace+at+Juneau.jpg )

CLOTHING:

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.

SOCIAL

Tristan isn’t at all shy; he’s the type of person who would go right up to a complete stranger just to give them a flower. He’s almost always happy and smiling, and people tend to warm up to him pretty fast. He makes a lot of friends, but he usually never sees them again because they are only his friends for a few minutes, that sort of thing. People have lives, after all, and those lives don’t involve playing with strange little boys for long. Some people hate him on the spot, getting annoyed with his lack of intelligence and vocabulary, or his persistence when trying to become friends with someone, but that is a given to pretty much anyone. Tristan very rarely actually WANTS to be alone.

LINEAGE

FATHER: Arthur Destin (everything about him unknown)
MOTHER: Deirdre MacMillan, deceased, prostitute/begger.
EXTENDED FAMILY: Thomas MacMillan (uncle)

POTENTIAL PLOTTING

Seeing as there are only two other people on the site so far, I’d very much like for Tristan to RP with both, maybe even at the same time! If you agree, Yules, it would be cool if Amri and Tristan could remember each other from their past meeting, which we could say was a few months (at the most?) ago. And I don’t know much about Diana the character, but I’d love for Tristan to meet her, too!

ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE:

It was still dark out as Xander awoke from whatever dream he was having, half opening sleepy eyes and letting out a big yawn. He moved a hand up to rub at his eyes sleepily but stopped when he felt his hand smear something wet onto his face. He frowned and yawned again, unable to come up with a logical solution as to why both of his hands felt wet but deciding that he was too tired to really care. He got to his feet and moved around the other bed in the hotel room, blindly making his way towards the bathroom.

Once inside he flicked on the light, shutting his eyes as the light burned his retinas. He stumbled forward, using memory to locate the sink, waiting until his hands brushed the counter before letting a grin come to his face and opening his eyes, looking down towards the sink, and where his hands rested on the counter…

Xander cried out and stumbled back at what he saw, spotting bloody smears all over the bathroom. He looked down at his own hands, letting out another little cry at the sight of blood all over his hands. He raced to the sink, turning the water onto full blast and beginning to wash the blood from his hands. At least until blood started coming out of the tap rather than water.

Xander let out a sob of fear and looked up, catching his reflection in the mirror. He had blood all around his mouth and a furiously angry look on his face. His eyes were still their normal gray colour, but now they were full of hatred and bloodlust. His hair, while always a little bit on the longer side, was now wild and scruffier looking. When Xander stumbled back to press his back against the wall away from the mirror, his reflection didn’t move, just remained leaning forward and glaring at him.

“You killed all those people.”[/i] His reflection snarled at him, a wicked grin curving on the lips of his reflection.

“W-What? N-No! I don’t k-kill people…no!” Xander answered back to his reflection pathetically, wanting to run but feeling unable to move.

“You killed them and you liked it! You did it just for fun, to see how many you could kill!”[/i] His reflection accused. Xander shook his head hard but was disgusted at the sight of his reflection’s tongue slipping out between his lips, licking at the blood around his mouth.

A small sound brought Xander’s attention to the bathtub in the room. The shower curtain was closed but as Xander watched it rustled with movement from the other side. Xander didn’t wanted to see what was on the other side but his limbs seemed to move without his say so, moving forward and grabbing hold of the curtain, pulling it swiftly aside.

He screamed when he saw C.j lying there in the bathtub. Blood was pooled around her and her eyes were wide and staring at nothing, the gapping wounds in her neck the obvious cause. It looked like something had sunken it’s teeth into her neck. As Xander looked at her, horrified, stumbling away and tears streaming down his cheeks, her gaze flicked to him quite suddenly.

“How could you be such a monster, Xander?” She demanded in a disgusted tone. “You’re a monster.”

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Xander awoke as he cried out, his heart beating fast and his body covered in a cold sweat. He shuddered uncontrollably as he curled up under the covers of the bed, working hard to push back the tears that swelled up in his eyes. “C-C.j! C.j!” He cried out for his friend, not bothering to look around, just shutting his eyes and hoping that she would come to his side and comfort him.


NAME OR ALIAS: I used to go by Cea/Ceara, but I prefer Aly now. So Aly!

AGE: Nineteen, jesus I’m old xD
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GENDER: Femaleeeee
TIME ZONE: Too lazy to figure it out. It’s 1:57 pm for me at this exact moment…does that help? xD
METHODS OF CONTACT: PM
LANGUAGE: Anglais, mais je connais le francais aussi...English!!!
OTHER CHARACTERS: None for now. Gonna stick with just Tristan
MAGIC WORDS: Denmark? Is that the current one??

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INCOMPLETE COMPLETE EDITED(X_) UTTER CRAP: IM GOING TO START OVER

The lyrics were taken from Celtic Thunder's Ireland,Take Me Home, Caledonia, That's A Woman,Steal Away and Come By the Hills. The template was created and written by Peregrine. DO NOT STEAL The rights to the above songs belong to their original artists.

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[Yuliya Dukhkin']

ACCEPTED

And yes, I would LOVE for him and Amri to keep their history, that was dang adorable