Post by Tristan Korvel on Feb 5, 2016 12:34:25 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Tristan Korvel
Nickname(s): Trist
Age: 17
Height: 6'1
Weight: 160 lbs
Blood Type: AB
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Blue
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Any sort of Anarchy, Tristan really doesn't do a lot with his free time. Ever the witless wonder he is content to sit, curse, and belittle others for their endearments to hard work as he seeks to undermine them at every turn. I wouldn't so much call it a hobby so much as an obsession.
Talents: Manipulation. While the impression of Tristan is that he is a natural introvert unconcerned with making friends or bothering with people what-so-ever he makes it a point to avoid any sort of work or responsibility and as such has developed a great means of reading people and playing them based on their reactions. Granted it has its faults but he prides himself on being ever the empath.
Favorite things: Tristan has a weak spot for Dogs. While he does perceives them as overly obedient mutts, he often envies them and wishes he himself could set aside his pride to be like one.
Mental Information
Personality: Tristan often times comes off as a care-free spirit enthused by little more than short-term conflicts and pranks however behind his mask the boy is very sad and alone. Outside of the common eye he often secludes himself to indulge in these fitful bouts of sorrow scorning his own existence and hopelessness at his life. A bit of the Sadist himself however the boy gets off to other people's misfortunes and will more often than not rile up people in order to start a bit of havoc at the innocent's expense.
Mentality: A Self-loathing type of person who can't seem to get his life together. Tristan really blames all his problems on someone else unable to come to the realization that if he worked things out and dug his boots in he would be much happier. Though oversight to this notion leads to him to wallow in self-pity.
Ideal: "I'm not happy, why does anyone else deserve to be?"
Belief: "Christian" - Only so far as to curse God for his being. Otherwise you could consider him Agnostic.
Physical Information
Build: Tristan is lean and tall, not so much one to rely on bulking up he relies more so on his speed and quick wit to deal with any issues. While he isn't the most muscular figure he does have a good deal of strength at his disposal dishing it out in a more levied state praising his intent on weak points of opponents and hitting with swift jabs. Very angular, maybe even bony he isn't as susceptible to grueling matches of extended duration and relies on swiftness of combat to exercise real strength.
Defining Marks: Tristan has a birth scar over his right eye, partially a denotation of brand to the Korvel family lineage and partially an in-house accident at his emergence from the birth tube. It takes the shape of a red-jagged mark that is emboldened by its rough texture.
History Information
History: Tristan was not a child of this Earth in the conventional sense. His parents each unbeknownst to him the boy was born in a test tube of sorts with a paired parental structure charted out for him from voluntary male and female counterparts and his structure modified by a crack group of scientists form the Korvel genetic company. His surrogate father however was a man known to the community as Christopher Korvel; a man of significant presence and wealth the man tended to Tristan with a cold shoulder always expecting tedious things of the boy at every turn. Tristan however couldn't very well know of this expectations though yearning for a normal life he could never grasp such grandiose expectations set forth by his father-figure. Sorrow overcame the boy until it became his armor and very much so his own being, unable to clasp onto the normal expectations of his peers or the celestial expectations of his father Tristan began living the life of a common trickster running a game on his common man for his own pleasure or perhaps attention that he'd been missing out on so much.
While these common pranks never truly amounted to anything they certainly caught the foul eye of his father who scolded him to no end, this was after all what Tristan had wanted, to be treated like any ordinary child. With a glimmer on his face he only sought out further anarchy bringing his wrath upon a school of his own and finding himself this time without his father to fall back upon. "You're no son of mine." Christopher would respond to him coldly turning to his work and leaving Tristan yet again alone and suffering the consequences of his nature. It wasn't long before his sentence fell through and he was sent to Public High School #259 as punishment and rehabilitation.
