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Tristan
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Name: TristanAge: Approximately 30 Arcs
Race: Human
Date of Birth: Unkown
Marks: None
Factions Joined: Bodyguard slave to Rican Yarrowood in the Imperial Legion
Languages Spoken: Fluent: Order of the Blooded Heart Sign Language
Basic: Understands Common
Partners:None
Appearance
Tristan is just cresting the hill, though his body has yet to realize that. Arcs of slavery have hardened his body, his leathery skin covered in scars. In his younger trials, he was near impossible to handle. Rebellion was always near the surface, and punishment seemed to have no effect. It eventually came to a head, and his tongue was cut out. As a result of that, his hands are kept in pristine condition, as they're his only way of communicating with the world. The skin is rough and calloused, but the nail beds are neatly groomed, and any excess skin is soon cleaned away.
He stands just slightly above average, at 6'1" and weighs just over 200lbs. His brown hair is cropped short, and he often keeps a small beard to cover the pockmark scars from his teenage arcs. His nose is the most prominent feature about him, being very hawkish and sharp. This accentuates the rest of the angles of his face, making it appear far more exotic than it actually is.
He is left-handed, an odd thing for a bowman, and this has created many difficulties when attempting to use a bow. In the end, his Master simply purchased a bow for him, with the express purpose of using it to defend his son, Rican. While the bow is not his, he treats it as if it were, and the beautifully crafted bow is the most important object in the world to Tristan.
As a result of his age, he has noticed more aches and pains than he remembered from his younger arcs. His tongue still throbs occasionally, but he's become accustom to not speaking. He can still make sounds, and often will tunelessly whistle while working.
Personality
Tristan is a practical man above all else. He cares little for material goods, which is probably a result of his upbringing. Overall, he tends to look on the bright side of things, though he used to fall far more firmly onto the pessimist side. He is a very down-to-earth man, sparing little thought for the 'big questions' of the world. He is content in his current situation, and that is all that matters to Tristan.
He believes in the power that Immortals have, however he doesn't believe they are 'destined' to rule, or that one Immortal has the right to rule over another. He believes they fight to prove they do, and for now he is content to obey their commands.
Surprisingly, he actually has a strong moral compass, and despite his commitment to servitude, there are some things he will not do. Murder in cold blood, torture or rape are all well beyond what he deems acceptable, and he would rather die than commit any of those. He has a rather unexpected streak of honour, and had landed him in some hot water with his ex-master.
Tristan is racist, and believes that any who raise themselves above the rest are secretly much worse, and as such he has little patience for Avriel or Aukari, though he has had little experience with them.
He makes an effort to be polite, though he has almost no cause to speak with others beyond his Master and Rican. Most do not understand the sign language of the Order of the Blooded Heart, and this leads to him being forcibly distant. He cares little what others think of him, as his social position of a Slave allows him a massive margin of freedom when it comes to various interactions.
He trusts Rican and his Master, and very few others. He takes a stance that forces people to prove themselves to him before he will give them the benefit of the doubt.
History
Tristan has very few memories of his time before becoming a slave. He remembers his first bow, and a large, bearded man helping the tiny boy to draw the arrow back. A wisp of a woman tucking him in at night, and a soft kiss on the forehead. Those thoughts are all that remain of his past.
He was captured at an early age, and sold off to the highest bidder. As long as he can remember, his master trained him to fight in informal arenas across various estates. As a young boy, he fought frantically with hand and foot, the scuffles providing entertainment for half a dozen old men with white hair.
As he got older, his master recognized his talent with the bow, and hired another slave to teach him the secrets. He was entered in competition after competition, and it was here that he found his first inklings of a rebellion. In dark rooms reeking of damp iron, hushed whispers of slaves that had gone free found their way into his ears.
During these years he butted heads with his master incessantly, and he bore his punishments without complaint. Slowly, he learned to keep his thoughts to himself, though an intense dislike of the man was born here that would never fully disappear.
His thoughts lingered on the idea, but he didn't act. Years passed, and he hit his prime. His ego ballooned, and he thought himself untouchable. He had his masters favour, and this gave him near invulnerability. It was then that he met his wife.
Alina was her name. She was lithe and willowy, and a maid in his masters house. She was the quiet and humble to his brash and arrogant. The rainbow to his monsoon. They fell in love, and sought their masters permission to be wed.
And for a time, he was content. But soon he discovered his wife was pregnant. He walked on clouds for days, until a sobering reality hit him. His child would be born a slave. If his master so desired, he could sell them off within months. This was the spark which started the fire that ultimately consumed him.
He went about quietly at first, a soft suggestion here, and a carefully worded comment there. Soon, he had convinced nearly half the staff to revolt, and escape with him.
But his master knew. Dragged out in front of the house, his furious owner beat him again and again. The lost hope hurt more than the beatings did, and his master knew him too well.
In front of the collected slaves, he dragged out Tristan's pregnant wife, and slit her throat. From then on, time was in a daze. Apparently he had gone beserk, breaking his restraints and nearly killing his owner before the half-dozen guards managed to subdue him. He awoke in chains, being brought to the market.
He was quickly purchased by an old enemy of his ex-master, who found the story of him nearly killing the man to be one of the funniest things he had ever heard. An old slave taught Tristan the sign language used by the Order of the Blooded Heart, at his master's insistence. The man had once been a member, but bad luck and poor choices had led to the Empire, and a hefty gambling debt had landed the brother in chains.
Eventually, Tristan was given to his son as a bodyguard as Rican was promoted to an Alpha. Rushed riding lessons and basic field craft were forced upon him, but he was called off before they had truly even begun. The long trials of riding taught him more than the lessons had, and he quickly learned how to set up fires, and erect then tent when he met Rican.
Rican had spent countless hours memorizing the sign language, and Tristan's loyalty to him was far greater than that to his father. The pair have spent scant weeks together, but they are comfortable with each other, and their roles.
Housing
At the moment, Tristan lives in a large tent with Rican. Manacles are a thing of the past, and it is simply his sense of honour that binds him to Rican. The thick leather walls are sealed well, and the expensive tent keeps out rain like no other. Two cots take up most of the floor space, and a thin rug acts as their floor.
Master
Name: Rican Yarrowood
City: The Eternal Empire (no city specified)
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 692, Vhalar 24
Age: 22 Arcs
Role: Alpha in the Imperial Legion Scouts
Skills:
Mount-30
Ranged Combat (Composite Recurve Bow)- 30
Field Craft-35
Axes and Bludgeons (Hand Axe)-35
Leadership-30
Personality: Rican is a fairly average man of his age. He is driven by a desire to please his overbearing father, but treats Tristan well, if thoughtlessly at times. He took the effort to learn Sign Language for Tristan, which made the slave fiercely loyal to him. He is a surprisingly adept commander, though is slightly naive when it comes to inter-army politics.
Appearance: He stands at 6'0", weighing in at just under 200lbs. His dark brown hair is cut short, in army style, and his body shows the hours of training required for his job.
Items
- One set of clothing (tarnished/damaged)
- One set of shoes
- One Set of Leather Armour
- One Composite Recurve Bow
- Basic Iron Arrows
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