Post by TC on Dec 17, 2009 6:30:58 GMT -5
Character Name:
Tristain Crawforth (T.C)
Age, both physical and literal:
30
Species:
Human
Physical Appearance:
TC was called 'Shorty' by some of his colleges as a joke. He stands at 6'1".
His hair was blond but has darkened to a light golden brown as he grew up. T.C's stand out feature is his baby blue eyes. His training over the years has made him very toned, but not overly muscular.
Clothing
Tristain is at heart a jeans and t-shirt guy. He will get dressed up if the occasion calls for it, especially now that he has his own business.
Basic Personality:
Tristain is very laid back outside of his job. He likes to pull pranks, harmless ones of course. He likes the outdoors but will happily play computer games with the young uns. Tristain can adapt pretty easily and when he was a teenager lived out of his suitcase for 10 months. He is a loving husband to his wife (soon to be ex)and helped out as much as he could around the house (against his will sometimes).
At work, he is still known to play the occasional prank. He is hardworking. Tristain is firm but fair. He has only lost his anger twice on the job.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths
Adaptable
Calm
Still is willing to help his ex, although the relationship ended badly
Weaknesses
Has a bad temper when pushed too far
Can be lazy
Has the tendency to protect people who don't want to be protected
Likes and Dislikes: (2 of each)
Likes
Pranks
Sunday afternoons that involve good company and a couple of drinks
Dislikes
Criminals that get away or get shorter sentences then they should
Fishing. He doesn't find it calming, only very annoying
Extras:
Family
Mother: Louisa Crawforth 55 years old
Father : Derek Crawforth 57 years old
Brother: Thomas Crawforth 27 years old
Ex-wife: Lynda Crawforth 30 years old
Tristain is a Lieutenant, but is also a Private Investigator.
Background/Character History: (300 word minimum.)
Born 11th December 1979 in Memphis to parents Louisa and Derick. They moved from Memphis when Tristain was three to New York as his father had been transfered. His brother, Thomas was born four months later.
Tristain was a bright, happy child and took to the big brother role with ease. Of course they fought as all siblings do, but got along most of the time.
Tristain was relatively popular at school. He tried sports and drama but lost interest in them. A teacher suggested that he try cadets, saying the discipline would be good for him. Tristain intended to only stay a few months, but stayed until he graduated.
Tristain enrolled in the Police Force straight out of high school. This surprised his mother. She always thought he would go into something 'gentler' like sales or something customer related, despite Tristain saying that he hated occupations like that.
Tristain's mother became ill when he was 20. She started to suffer from bad dreams. The doctors said that she was suffering from 'nightmare disorder', which means that she was becoming constantly terrified in her sleep and kept waking up.She claimed that she kept seeing the 'evil one', a pale creature with bright red eyes. His mother said that it tried to attack her in real life while she was walking home from the cinema. Tristain's brother was in Europe at the time, so both he and his father took time take her to appointments.
While waiting for her to finish therapy one afternoon, Tristain met Lynda. They started talking, and he found out that her mother also suffered from nightmare disorder. Lynda and Tristain's mothers became friends. They kept in contact through their mothers and started attending the same gatherings. After a while they took the hint from their parents that they liked each other and eventually started dating. Two years later they married.
They were in for a rude shock. The first couple of years were heaven and then reality kicked it. Lynda's job took her out of the country for months at a time (she worked in high corporate marketing) and Tristain worked all sorts of hours. When they didn't work, they fought. Things got worse after he got promoted.
One night after consoling his friend who had just quit, he came home to find a note saying she wanted a divorce on the table and her standing there with a packed bag.
Tristain took extended leave and traveled. He would quite often just turn up at the airport and grab the cheapest flight out.
While he was in California he did two things. One was an extremely stupid thing after one too many beers and goodness knows what else. He got a tattoo on his upper arm: a dog with Lynda's name underneath. The second was taking a course to become a PI.
When he went back to New York, he put in a transfer. To go to a small town in Washington State called Forks.
Role Play Example: (400 word minimum.)
Tristain loved his brother. He really did. But if he asked "Are you sure?" one more time, Tristain would have to kill him. He put the phone on speaker and continued to pack.
"Of course I'm sure. I've been sure for two months now. I can't stay here, bro. You know that."
Thomas sighed. "I know. Is there anything we can do?"
"Yeah." Tristain thought. "Fix my stupid mistakes. Get this damn tattoo off my arm. Or better yet, reassure me that this divorce was going to happen no matter what I did. That I'm not an idiot that couldn't make his marriage work."
Out loud he said "No, thanks. Well, you could visit."
Thomas snorted. "No way. It's warm here. There I would be permanently soaked."
Tristain walked to the bathroom. He was heartbroken, there was no use lying. Not only was Thomas going top be a no show at the airport, he wouldn't even come and visit.
Thomas was speaking or rather ranting. There was no stopping him once he started. Tristain picked up his toiletries and walked back to the bedroom.
"I got to go. Seriously. My flight is in five hours."
***
Tristain walked into the airport in a state of deep depression. He knew that no one was going to see him off, but he still hoped there would be one person.
He had already endured a tearful farewell from his mother and almost tearful one from his father.
His best friend and he had had a goodbye booze up a couple of days ago. Tristain's head still slightly throbbed from it.
The biggest surprise was the civilized chat with Lynda. She showed up at his work with a gift. It was only a cheap bathroom bag, but to them it was an olive branch.
"Hey! Watch where you're going dumb ass!"
" I'm sorry," Tristain muttered. Then his face lit up.
Standing there was his family. And his best friend. All smiling stupidly complete with a sign that was hastily made.
Such a small gesture. Yet it meant the world to him.
