Age: 18
Hair: Deep brown
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Bright green
Talents/Hobbies: Guitar, Piano, Bloody video gaming, Bloody video games that are violent, Violent video games with a lot of blood, Creeping people out
Medical Status: Mechanical left lung, artificial heart, previously sustained severe brain trauma (made a mostly full recovery)
Other: Tristan comes from a rather curious background. The end result just happened to be the Tristan of now. He tends to lurk in shadows, and is usually seen in his hooded cloak. He's from about 2914. He was left paraplegic after an accident involving an orphanage fight at least seven years ago (T3 level). His hair is never neat, nor is his appearance. However, he does have a nasty burn scar over the left side of his face. Overall, he's a typical slob, though he can be a nice guy...depending on the time and place... His looks often allow him to pass as drinking age, due to the fact that he never shaves. This is mainly because of the benefits of looking older (such as being allowed to drink), the fact that he enjoyed the way it looked, and because he often ended up cutting himself shaving.
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Tristan Archimedes Inviticus
"You know that it isn't to late to end what seems impossible. And leave time turning." (Chameleon Circuit; Exterminate Regenerate)
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The Infinite Void
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by MrMurdoch
Description
Personality
Under development
Likes: [Good] Music, Eating, Drinking (depending), Playing music, Reading, Making people happy, Darkness, Animals
Dislikes: Stupidity, Being undermined or spoken to in a condescending manner, Bad music, People that fight too much, People that don't enjoy life, People that pick on others, Cream cheese, Money that smells odd, Social statuses, Stereotypes
Fears: Losing someone close to him
Other: Under development
So begins...
Tristan Archimedes Inviticus's Story
Tristan frowned, raising a brow as he made his way into the bar. After some thought, he turned, the shades cast in his face shifting to show a momentary glance of the youth's glowing, bright green eyes. So this is Gambit's? This? Really? Now all that impressive, he though to himself, shaking his head as he retreated to a nearby corner, producing a battered guitar form the case strapped to the back of his chair after he had managed to get settled. With this, he began quietly strumming out Oh Darling, his eyes wavering from the strings of the instrument only to catch quick glances of his environment.
Tristan frowned, looking about and sighing heavily as he continued with his music, fading slowly into Sun King. His eyes wandered about, catching wary glimpses of anything which hit him as possibly dangerous, though he always returned to his music. As before, he fingers dutifully played, whilst his eyes wandered only to make sure he was in no danger. On the other hand, hearing about what he had when it came to Gambit's, you were never safe in that area...
Tristan raised a brow, snickering as he noted the newcomer cleaning blood from a knife onto another patron's shoulder. After some thought, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small amount of money. Never get to eat out...might as well just blow my money here... he thought. After all, back in his dimension, there was nothing worth spending money on... in his opinion. With these thoughts finished, he wheeled up to the bar, parking himself next to Jacey and waiting for the bartender to return. As he did so, he casually pickewd up one of his coins and flipped it into the air, catching it in one hand before flipping it over between his fingers and looking absentmindedly at the side which it had landed on.
Tristan looked up, shrugging.
he replied. After all, he had no idea what the rules were here when it came to alocohol. Hell, for all he knew, he could be handed a dozen six packs of beer and told to have fun. After replying to the bartended, he took a quick glance at his single remaining coin.I don't give a crap... Whatever's back there that I can get away with,
he replied, shrugging.Landed on tails,
Well... if you don't count the second flip, it could be considered landing on heads...
Tristan shrugged, nodding and returning the handshake with his own.
he said casually, nodding at the waiter as he got the glass of water which Jacey had predicted.Nice to meet you. Nice age guessing, by the way, one year off, seventeen... On the other hand, seventeen versus sixteen is pretty much the same level according to social crap,
he added, winking and downing the glass in a few gulps.Anyway, I guess I might as well introduce myself. I'm Tristan, crazy teen with super long name,
Tristan retorted, smirking as he pocketed the coin and cast some quick glances around the room.Pretty much it,
he added as a near-afterthought. As he replied, he casually leaned back, quickly flipping a few switches on the side of his chair and letting the backrest readjust slightly.Anyway, you seem to be quite a character yourself,
he added, shrugging.Well... thinking about it... in my time there really is no 'society.' It's basic piles of crap, but from my viewpoint, a lot of history stands as such,
Tristan retorted, winking. After all, he had robots and werepires running around in the same vicinity, so it was already pretty diverse.No, I've just observed that this place seems to be a giant toilet bowl of time periods and universes,
he said, snickering at Vexar's fixed attention upon his burgers.Anyway, you're right there, stranger things have happened,
Tristan replied, nodding and smirking, ordering another glass of water before he took another quick, sweeping glance of the room as a precautionary measure.Earth, 2914,
he jested, winking and taking a sip from his glass.And if you're finding my snarky, I find it rather funny that you laugh in reply to that comment. Just as a little side note,
Anyway, as for you... Where'd you drop in here from?
he replied, sighing. Maybe he should just surreptitiously slip through another space, and go back to the time when people weren't in constant fear. He'd always wanted to go back to the 1900's...they seemed nice... Maybe the age of cavemen...then he didn't have to worry about people being smart enough to make nuclear bombs...Chicago? Ha, I've only heard of that place in the textbooks. Hell, most of the 'major cities' people seem to know around here have long since fallen. No, it's the same, just more techno and stuffed with war and unrest,
he said, shrugging off the thought after a few seconds of pondering.No... Another of my friends showed me. No idea what the hell they did, but i ended up here. They said we were going to go time surfing... We had some experimental tie machines, and they work on occasions, though I think he meant to take us dino hunting...
he added, frowning.Yeah. Well, Paris is still standing...sort of... Eiffel Tower's at the... erm... wrong angle, to put it nicely,
Tristan sighed, looking about as he wheeled into the same corner as yesterday. With this, he pulled forth his guitar once more, beginning his musical release by playing out Mind Games by John Lennon. As usual, his eyes barely left the neck of the instrument which he so carefully and articulately created sound with. We've all been playing those mind games forever... he sang along in his mind, a rare smile (though small) creeping onto his face as he did so.
Tristan sighed, looking about as he continued onto Imagine. It was true, he was addicted to John Lennon. He came from a time when little music of many Gambit's customers was remembered, but The Beatles were some of the few that made it to see 2914. Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do... As he played, he began drifting off... As he did so, he silently mouthed the lyrics, adding a bit of his own flair to the song, creating some flourishes between his notes on occasions. However, being who he was, he soon opened his eyes and came out of his trance to inspect his surroundings. However, he kept the song just as emotionally intense as it had been when he had been caught in his musical fantasy.
Tristan sighed, continuing onto Give Peace a Chance while observing the going ons.
he muttered to himself, a shrug ending his self-reflection as he continued strumming away. However, being him, he was drawn back to Imagine after he was finished with his song. As such, he began quietly singing in a soft, somewhat timid, tenor voice which wavered delicately from note to note. Still, he kept his volume down, seeing as he was never fond of his own singing.Seems to have slowed down,
*Tristan looked up, noting Vexar's glances. With that, he calmly reached into the bookbag strapped to the back of his chair, pulling forth a tattered leather fedora, tossing it to the floor and nodding. It seemed odd to him that people paid mind to him, though in his time, the social system didn't allow for most people to so much as glance at him.
Tristan nodded in appreciation, continuing on and fading skillfully into Come Together. As said, The Beatles had managed to survive to 2914. Unfortunately, few people of his time listened to them. Unlike some of the patrons of Gambit's he'd seen pass in and out, they were more focused on pop than on many other types of music which just happened to be rooted in the beginnings of humankind. He was one fascinated by the 'old' and 'ancient' artifacts which were on display at museums of his time, but were commonplace things in Gambit's. Televisions with screens, gas fireplaces, automobiles, bicycles, and almost anything that one could name was a strange, fascinating reminder of what life was in what was then considered the "relative ancient times."
Tristan sighed, entering quietly and making his way into the corner, his guitar ready as he began strumming forth I Me Mine. He was in a Beatles mood. On the other hand, in retrospect, any mood could be related to a Beatles album. Soon thereafter, his mood changed, causing the song to suddenly fade into I've Got a Feeling. His eyes drifted drowzily about, casting curious glances from one person to another.
Tristan frowned, his eyes scanning the world around him as he wheeled into the corner, settling down and pulling forth his guitar. His fingers then proceeded to ever so delicately move from note to note, easily and smoothly making transitions from note to note. Not long thereafter, he began strumming forth Woman, by John Lennon. His bright green eyes barely left their place on the instrument, and strayed only to observe his going-ons. He sang quietly, his voice an ever-so-soft tenor sound which seemed to vibrate through the room...
Tristan sighed, looking up and growling quietly at Chise before forcing his emotions back down. She's not worth it. Just keep playing... he thought, fading into Mind Games, which was also by Lennon. We're playing those mind games together... Pushing the barrier... he sang both in his head and aloud. His voice was a stark contrast from that voice which he remembered his old mentor had once played for him on an old Windows Vista what seemed like years ago. However, it was but months ago, in all reality. Love is the answer... he continued, the memories still painfully real.
Tristan sighed, both slightly impressed and severely disappointed that nothing exciting was happening. After all, he'd heard wild stories of raids and shootings in this place... But right now... it just seemed ominously silent. However, he simply shrugged this thought off and continued playing, his tune fading into The Long and Winding Road. Seconds later, he heard Assassin's comment, causing him to smirk.