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Post by tristantynan on Jan 23, 2011 9:02:42 GMT -7
"I've a grand memory for forgetting. "
The Basics
Name: Tristan Tynan Nicknames/Aliases: None. Age: 18 Grade: Senior Occupation: Student Sexuality: Bisexual Titan Parent: Epimetheus Mortal Relatives: Alexandra Tynan, deceased
Physical Statistics
Height: 5' 11" Weight: 123 lbs Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Blue
Lets Get More Personal
Likes: - Girls
- Football (Soccer)
- Jokes
- Daydreaming
- Writing Stories
Dislikes: - Competition, both sexually and athletically
- Arrogant people
- Rap
- Drugs
- American Football
- Hillbillies/Hicks/Rednecks
Personality: Tristan is open, relatively honest barring excuses, and incredibly ignorant when it comes to anything in a classroom. That being said, he is also incredibly knowledgeable in other rooms, namely the bedroom, and in other areas. He prefers to think of it as 'streetsmarts vs. book smarts", of course, but in fact, he knows that in a test, he is doomed.
Thankfully, he has other ways of making up for it; he is caring, kind, a good listener, and, when he doesn't want to bang you, a fantastic friend. His moods are easily read, partly because his eye color changes across the entire spectrum of blue; from murky sea-green, to icy blue-grey. He is not often sad, but generally happy and content with the way his life works.
Tristan is talkative, and he always says most of what goes through his mind. In fact, most of what goes through his mouth hasn't been through his mind for more than a cursory glance, and he often blurts things out, or says the wrong thing at the complete wrong time. His sense of humor, when not being applied to sex jokes and crude comments, is wide and open to nearly anything; he will laugh at things that even his closest friends don't find funny in the slightest. Finally, he has a slight prejudice against Americans; every time he sees one, he thinks of the hillbilly, ignorant idiot from the middle of nowhere, the one who thinks Bush is still president, and that snow falls up... you know the type. History: Tristan was born in Tywyn, Wales, to single parent Alexandra Tynan. Tywyn was a small town, a town where everyone knew each other, and the biggest and most recent scandal. From an early age, he was categorized as the 'dumb blonde' of Tywyn, and tough he was well-liked for his witty comebacks and open sense of humor, people treated him as the town idiot. At first, he fell into the role, adopting the characteristics he felt it had; having girlfriends (though at the age of ten, they were really just girls he talked to every now and then,), and pretending to be a complete moron.
This soon ended, however, when people saw his languages classes; he was top of the class in Welsh, Latin, and English. By age twelve, he was studying advanced Welsh and English grammar, and was nearly trilingual. By the time he was fifteen, he could speak English, Welsh, Latin, and Gaelic.
When he was eleven, he came home to find the house empty. He assumed that his mother, who worked as a seamstress and tailor, was simply running late, so he waited, watched some TV, and tried as best he could to postpone and procrastinate on his homework. By the time it was nine PM, and time for him to go to bed, his mother was still missing.
He called the police, and they informed him that his mother had been hit by a car, and was in critical condition, unable to talk or tell them that her son was at home. A car was sent, and hours later, at the hospital, Tristan was there when his mom died. He stayed awake all night ,crying, and didn't go to school the next day. When a social worker was sent, to get him to an orphanage, he hid in a cabinet, and was only found by a sniffer dog the police in the next town over had lent the T.P.D.
For the next nine years, he was ferried from orphanage to orphanage, never meeting a 'mother' he trusted, or even liked, and though he had many friends, quite a few girlfriends, and even a couple boyfriends, he always felt a bit sad, like there was a part of him missing. One day, a ruffled-looking, obviously late man showed up at his front door, and sat Tristan down.
The man, who turned out to be Epimetheus, or Tristan's dad, apologized to him for forgetting about him, consoled him over the loss of his mother, smiled, hugged him, and left, all in a record five minutes. Tristan was left with a feeling of confusion, until, weeks later, a limo appeared outside the foster home, and Epimetheus got out, and took Tristan for a ride.
During this ride, he explained to Tristan who he was, that he was immortal, and that Tristan, though not powerful enough to attract monsters, was being brought to an Academy, to escape the Welsh social service program. Epimetheus took off his own pair of sunglasses, gave them to Tristan, and the limo stopped. When Tristan got out of the limo, it was nighttime. He ran into the Academy, dodging raindrops, and not realizing exactly how far he'd traveled until the next day.
Abilities: Tristan has the amazing ability to forget; not only is his memory worse than anything, he also is nearly incapable of learning anything that isn't ground into his head by force. Fortunately, he is also the world's best excuse maker; he can make an excuse for nearly everything, no matter who or what he is caught doing, or not doing. Weaknesses: Apart from his terrible memory, Tristan hates speaking in front of strangers, especially if they're in a crowd; talking back to the teacher in a class is fine, but being onstage in a play would freak him out! Other Information: Tristan's only gift from his father is a pair of sunglasses that enable him to see through the mist.
OOC Information
Web Name: Alex Contact: PM me! Play by: Cody Linley Other Characters: Jacen Grey
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Post by eris on Jan 23, 2011 9:54:47 GMT -7
Unfortunately your current play-by is taken, but your app is good to go. Once you change the pb I'll be glad to accept it
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Post by eris on Jan 23, 2011 12:31:04 GMT -7
Welcome to Half-Blood Academy! Don't forget to sign in at the Who's Who Thread, and make sure you get your Face ClaimOnce again, Welcome and happy Role Playing!
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