Tristan Lupercalia

[Xenomorph13]

Name-Tristan Lupercalia

Nickname-Tristan

Age-20

Gender-Male

Height/Weight-5'11" , Skinny/Light

Physical Appearance-Straight dark Orange(with dark brown) hair, Green Eyes, He usually wears designer clothing(skinny jeans, dark colors, black Louis Vuitton boots with silver hoops that hold the boots on with rubber soles so that he can step quietly, He likes to wear a dark colored shin length leather trench coat where he keeps his valued possessions and he usually has his hands in his pockets. No facial hair.

Power-Tristan has the ability to focus his psychological energy to a certain object or area allowing him to move objects with his mind and create force fields to stop enemies in their tracks.

Special Traits -Tristan just happens to be a great culinary artist, he has a keen sense of hearing as well, he is skinny and has powerful legs letting Tristan run at over average speeds, also Tristan has a very calm well being which makes him great at concentrating, being able plot and think outside the box at times of need. Although Tristan is in the Alignment of Good he seems to like Evil abilities so he spends his studying time learning the attributes and abilities of the enemy to use their power against them.

Flaws-When Tristan uses his power too much at one time he actually starts to go blind in both eyes as they turn a bright white color, Tristan also has some what of a bad temper and grows to be very impatient. Although Tristan is on the Alignment of Good he finds it necessary to not always obey those rules and do what he must to press on(stealing, threatening, etc.) nothing too drastic.

Weapon-Tristan only uses the power of his mind. He does however carry a small dagger with him for tight situations.

Alignment-Chaotic Good

Background-Ever since Tristan was born he has lived an orphaned life in a small orphanage in Galway, Ireland. He never found a real home and had a close friend named Colby. At night Colby and Tristan would sneak out to the nearby train tracks to explore and play. Colby and Tristan were very close. One night when Tristan and Colby were 8 years old, Colby decided to sleep instead of going to play, so Tristan went alone. Tristan was so sad that Colby decided not to come he got very angry as well. He wished that Colby would just get adopted and leave. Tristan walked along the train tracks while grabbing a few sticks and hitting the tracks like a xylophone. The train depot has not been open for quite some time. Not since Tristan ever even arrived at the orphanage. He explored farther and farther down the tracks. Farther than he had ever went before. He came to a fork in the tracks. He only felt it necessary to return back so he wouldn't end up getting lost or hurt. He threw one stick and kept the other, dragging it along the tracks behind him. It was a dead starless night. He started to feel small vibrations on the track. He was very confused and looked around for a possible train, but nothing could be found. As he continued to walk the vibration became more powerful. Tristan started to get scared and started running but as he started to run he looked back to see a large light and a speeding large black train. He ran as fast as he could to get out of the way and the train flashed past him. He fell down and cut open his leg on a rock, but that didn't stop him from getting up and running along the train as best as he could. He then stopped and remembered that the tracks end up ahead. He realized that there was noting he could do. He ran and ran but he saw that the train is not going to stop. Like before, up ahead the train tracks ended and he saw a giant explosion and the train derail and fly across the terrain and smash. The noise was impeccable and almost unbearable. He finally caught up to the mess and found that the train had smashed through the orphanage where he grew up. It was aflame and half of it was torn off into large pieces of rubble. He ran through what was left of the front of the building. He saw so many dead children, none of which were Colby. He cried and ran around desperately looking for Colby, but he was nowhere to be found. He ran screaming through the building and he stumbled upon The Headmaster Jean who was forcing Tristan to leave but he refused. Jean was running in front of Tristan and a beam from the ceiling broke down and smashed her practically in half. Tristan could not believe his eyes and had no choice but to press on. He ran up to the sleep room, the room where the children slept according to age and gender, and found Colby lying dead in his bed with a pole from the train,perhaps puncturing, his chest. Tristan ran outside to find the train torn apart and the night somewhat calm again. He walked through the wreck so distraught. He came to one part that seemed to be untouched and fine. It was very cold to the touch and it was shaking. Tristan decided not to mess with it and was walking back to the road in front of the orphanage. As he was walking the cold shaking part of the train exploded and after, seemed to have some sort of implosion and it flew Tristan back to the tracks where he landed and it shocked and burned the back of his calfs leaving distinct and glowing burn marks. Tristan passed out. He awoke in a hospital with an adoptive family. He had been in a coma for about 3 months. He was gladly willing to accept the families adoptive request. Several years passed by and Tristan is now 20 years old, lives in the same town and his foster father had died of Leukemia when he was 13 years old. His foster mother, Meredith, was all he had left in his life, seeing how Colby had died that night. Ever since the accident Tristan became quiet and contemporary. He meditated and found peace in the smallest things like nature. Tristan worked at the local family diner as a chef. He made very little pay for what he did. He was at work one day and he saw a black van go down his street, one he has never seen in town. His house was the only one down that road. He left work a little early that night. As he walked up to the house he saw the black van parked in front. He ran inside to see men holding a gun to Meredith's head. He ran towards her screamed "No!" and the man with the gun shot her. Not in the head but in the chest and back. She fell to the ground and Tristan tackled one of the men and the other two grabbed him and slit his chest and left arm. They threw him down and was about ready to shoot him. He asked the man why he is doing this and the man replied " Because you were the only ones home." Tristan screamed and time seemed to slow but it really didn't. He actually created a force around the men and prevented them from moving. His eyes started to glow white and he stood up and was shocked in non belief! The men stood standing still in their places as Tristan grabbed a knife and slit all of the mens throats and fell over into an unconscious state. He awoke a few minutes later to see the men dead and blood everywhere. One man was missing the lower half of his body. One man with no head. Tristan had no idea what had happened to them. He could only think he did it. Meredith lay there bleeding out. Tristan ran to her and helped her sit up. It was only a matter of time before she died. She whispered to him that he had done that to the men and that ever since he had lived there, he made things float around his room as he slept. Meredith told Tristan that she loved him very much and he was the best son a mother could have. She then told him to go get the book from on the table and keep it close no matter what. She died.....He called the police to tell them there was a break in. Tristan then grabbed the book and a few necessities and ran away. He heard the police from a distance and prayed that no one would find him. He sat in the woods and started to read the book. He realized that he had some sort of power. Not sure how to use it but he had it. He looked down at his calfs where he had landed on the tracks. They were glowing a dark blue. Tristan knew where the power came from. The Train had given off so strong of some sort of energy, when he landed on it, the current and power zapped his brain. Tristan just has to learn to control it. He also learned from the book that there were enemies. Enemies with similar powers or totally different. He is now considered a wanderer......

[GravePunchingBabyStomper]

Chaotic Good is the alignment you're definitely* looking for.~

[DDWRINKLE]

Bitchin! I think I smell some misdeeds about to happen or maybe its just me :\

[FourStringFingerSting]

Alright, another promising addition to the game! I do love manipulation powers, no matter what exactly they detail. Tristan is accepted!

[GravePunchingBabyStomper]

Hey, looks like we're getting up there in the Population count.
Well, I've always been a fan of psychic abilities, whether ascension or transcendence/etc.
It will be interesting to see which path your character develops into.
Or hey, you may find your own niche in this $%^$##^ crazy %#$ city.

Welcome aboard.

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