Post by TRISTAN KAINE DRESDEN on Mar 2, 2013 9:15:51 GMT -5
* Tristan K. Dresden ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Tristan Kaine Dresden
NICKNAMES Trist
DATE OF BIRTH July third
AGE Eighteen
GRADE/YEAR Twelfth
ELEMENT Thunder
SEXUALITY Bisexual
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Jenson Ackles
EYE COLOUR Green
HAIR COLOUR Light brown
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 6”2, 160lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES
Tongue piercing, tattoo on his chest over his heart of a British Bulldog – something he can keep hidden if necessary. He has a quirk of being able to raise one eyebrow and cheeky, sparkling eyes.
CLOTHING STYLE
Most comfortable in jeans and baggy t-shirts, but he can suit up if needs be. Always in DC shoes or some variant, and everything is black, blue, red or grey. His favourite leather jacket is nearly always a main part of any outfit he throws together first thing in the morning.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Loyal
- Funny/good sense of humour
- Brave
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Stubborn
- Slow to anger, but once he’s annoyed, start running
- Can be vindictive when he wants to be
LIKES
- Getting his own way
- Drinking with his best friend Parker
- House parties
- Writing – he does have a slightly softer side, honestly…
- Photography
- Tattoos/piercings
DISLIKES
- Liars
- Nicey-nice people…they always have something to hide…
- Food/alcohol going off/to waste
- Feeling pressured to do anything
- Being told what to do/how to do it
STRENGTHS
- Knows how to have a good laugh
- Extremely loyal to his friends
- Knows his studies are important
WEAKNESSES
- Procrastination – he leaves everything until the last minute if possibl
- Gets defensive very easily
- Doesn’t like opening up to people, even his closest friends
FEARS
- Spiders…but shh…
- Being made to look stupid in front of his mates
- Growing old
BEST MEMORY
Meeting Parker for the first time and realising that they were pretty much kindred spirits. He knew he’d found a best friend for life in the sarcastic little git, and he loves that fact. He’d never really had a best friend before – he was a bit of a loner in all honesty – so having Parker around makes him extremely happy.
WORST MEMORY
His father’s funeral when he was 9 years old. He doesn’t remember much before that time, but the memory of the closed coffin, the rows and rows of pews that weren’t very full, his mother’s sobs as she gripped his arm throughout the ceremony. His father had died in a freak accident at work; no official explanation was ever given. His father was a thunder element the same as Tristan whilst his mother is a fire element; Trist always believed that his father’s temper (which quite often got the better of him) had finally gotten out of control, his element had sparked too intensely and in the wrong place, and it had started the fire that killed him. Growing up without a father figure was hard; when a few years later his mother remarried another fire elemental, life just got harder.
LONG-TERM GOAL
He would love to be a freelance journalist who produces all his own work – photographs included. If he could carve a living out of a job like that, he’d be happy. A family may come into the picture somewhere, but Trist is far more focussed on getting his own life and career sorted out first. Plus he would hate to be in such a position of responsibility that may or may not suit him.
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER
Cozette Marie Dresden/Johnson (44) Editor of The Daily Spark – a national newspaper
FATHER
Philip Victor Dresden (46) Deceased
SIBLINGS
N/A
OTHER
Step-father – Jeffrey Mathieu Johnson (47)
HISTORY
Cozette and Philip were your stereotypical childhood sweethearts – they met when they were at school together and the romance blossomed from there. Even though Philip (a thunder elemental) had an extremely bad temper when he wanted to, he was at heart a good man, and he loved Cozette more than anything. Being a fire elemental, Cozette too had quite a strong temperament and was prone to outbursts of anger, but she was far more in control than her husband.
Tristan came along a couple of years into their marriage and their family unit was complete. Although they would have loved to have given him a sibling, it was never to be. When Tristan was just 9 years old, his father was killed in a freak fire at his workplace, and Tristan lost the only person he had ever really looked up to. Even at that age, Tristan knew how bad his father’s temper could be, and how often he lost control of the thunder within him. it has always haunted Tristan that his father lost control of his temper so violently that his element just spiralled and set alight to the building around him. No other official explanation was given; it was the only one that made sense to the young boy.
His mother was inconsolable, and used Tristan as something of a crutch to support herself through the next few months. Philip’s funeral was the worst thing Tristan had ever had to endure, and the painful memories of that day have never left him. Slowly Cozette grew used to life without her husband, and started acting more like her old self, though there was always going to be a part of her that mourned for Philip. Tristan was quite happy being the man of the house and would do anything for his mother. However, when he was 14, she met and remarried another fire elemental, making Tristan feel like the odd one out in the household. His attitude completely changed; he became rebellious, vindictive, more of a loner than ever before. Gaining control of his thunder became his everything; he did not want to turn out like his unfortunate father.
Going to the Academy was the best thing that could have ever happened to Tristan. He hated his step-father Jeffrey on principle, due mainly to the fact that Jeff tried to act like his father. Many an argument had occurred in the house, ending with Tristan storming off somewhere, Cozette in tears and Jeff trying to calm down before he set anything alight. The fact that Tristan was tall and Jeff was not probably didn’t help matters much. By being at the Academy, he could leave his mother to her stupid mistakes and carry on with his own life. Now in twelfth grade, he is incredibly adept with his element, able to stay in control and focus for long periods of time. He has a huge passion for writing and photography, and wants to follow these hobbies as a possible career path.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Emma
YOUR AGE 23…..ack >.<
RP EXPERIENCE Oh gosh…umm…probably about ten years, give or take a few months xD Haven’t had chance to do it for a while so please bear with me xD
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Through Amy! Aka Parker
SECRET WORD Correct.
RP SAMPLETristan was sat alone in his room, brooding. Parker had nipped out for…something, he couldn’t quite remember what. Alcohol maybe? They had pretty much drunk their supplies dry the night before. Neither of them had had a good day; a drink had definitely been in order. He wasn’t sure mixing vodka with wine with tequila with cider had been such a great idea…but hey, the hangover would wear off eventually.
A notepad and pen were on the desk in front of him, just sitting there. A few doodles were dotted on the pages of the notebook, but there was nothing of import or decency written down. Not exactly what Tristan had wanted, but his brain didn’t seem to want to function. Last night he had been full of ideas, spewing off random quotes and stories to an ever-increasingly drunk Parker who would either shout and swear at him to shut up, or join in enthusiastically and insist that everything be written down. The fact that neither of them had been anywhere near coherent enough to hold a pen, let alone write was not the point. When he had woken up this morning…this afternoon even, all the ideas had gone. His brain had emptied itself and was refusing to cooperate.
Sighing, he turned away from his desk and wandered over to where his camera was perched on a high shelf. He knew it had been used last night…did he really want to see what they had gotten up to once all logical thought and sensibility had deserted them?
Half the pictures were blurry, indistinct smudges on the screen, nothing worth keeping. He kept catching glimpses of Parker’s inane grin as he swigged from a bottle, replaying in his head the music they had had blaring out for most of the night. The neighbours probably hated them today.
There were a few quality shots. He’d managed to capture Parker sat in front of their roaring log fire in the living room, a bottle dangling half empty from his right hand whilst his left lay casually over his crossed legs. He was staring into the flames, a distant look on his face as though he had momentarily forgotten Tristan was even there. That photo was definitely a keeper.
Putting the camera down, he decided to go make himself a cup of coffee and sandwich. His stomach should be able to handle solids by now. Hopefully Parker would come back with something reasonably edible, as well as a new stash of alcohol for them. He’d await his return in the living room, so long as it was in a reasonably good enough state to sit in..
