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
He was obviously drunken by now, and that wasn't exactly good for anyone. Why? He was what most people knew as an "angry" drunk. He stood for no one, and nothing. He hated everything and everyone when he was drunk...
he snapped, his eyes darting about the bar as he looked anxiously about, images still flashing through his mind.No one can,
Tristan grumbled darkly under his breath, ordering a sixth drink and smirking as he began on the glass.
he added, smirking and glaring gloomily towards Marka. The smirk soon turned to a snarl as his memories continued flooding back as ghosts in his vision...Well now, someone doesn't know how to socialize,
snapped Tristan, grumbling darkly under his breath as he managed to figure out that it was probably best to leave... After some thought, he quickly fled from the bar, obviously ready to retreat into his own space.That would be wonderful. Now leave me alone,
Tristan sighed, entering the bar quietly before finding his way into the corner, his eyes scanning the environment as he made sure to keep his head down. He had no desire to be caught in the middle of something, and certainly not at Gambit's. After some time, he managed to get the bartender to give him a beer.
Tristan frowned, looking dully at the creatures before he rolled his eyes and shoved his beer into his pouch, leaving swiftly.
Tristan sighed as he wheeled into the bar, his eyes scanning the area as he took in his surroundings. He hadn't been in Gambits in what seemed forever, and considering that he was lacking some entertainment, he had decided to return to the bar. Of course, the first thing he did was park himself at the bar, his eyes scanning the area as he looked for the bartender.
Tristan sighed as he made his way into the bar, finally parking himself before the bar and looking about. After ensuring that he wasn't in any immediate danger, he began to seek out a bartender to order from. Hopefully, they'd actually have someone on duty, as opposed to almost every other instance in which he visited. While he looked about, he leaned over and pulled a lever on his chair, locking the brakes into place.
Tristan sighed, raising a brow as he noticed Akki glancing towards him. With this, combined with the fact that he was serving people, he assumed this meant he was the bartender. As such, he made sure he at least looked like he was drinking age.
he said simply.Not to be another bothersome lump, but I'd appreciate a nice beer,
Tristan sighed, noting Akki once more.
he said loudly, ensuring that he would be heard above the wild din of the entire bar. Of course, I can always leave... but Gambit's is just so much more interesting than the more civilized bars... he thought to himself.I'll just take the bottle if it's really that much of a hassle,
Tristan reentered the bar's activity, believing his failstreak to be over. As he did so, he sipped on his beer, which her had dumbly overlooked. Too bad he was almost finished that bottle... As such, he returned to searching for a bartender. Hopefully, someone was still around. After all, he wasn't exactly going to be the one vaulting over counters any time soon... unless he wanted to break his ass...
Tristan sighed, noting Akki just as he took the last sip of his beer. Convenient, he thought to himself.
he inquired calmly, counting out the change in his pouch. However, a frown soon crossed his face as he began grumbling under his breath, realizing that this was probably the last beer he could afford for the day... still... at least he got a beer. Normally, he settled with soda. Fortunately, he found some spare money...Not to be a bother, but you guys have any more beer?
Tristan said brightly, eagerly grabbing one of the beers and chugging. He then proceeded to down one beer within seconds. He was a giant beer fan... obviously. Well with way he consumed his beer so rapidly, one could hardly deny that. Hopefully, he wouldn't end up smashed this time... the last time he'd gotten that drunk, bad things happened... More specifically, really bad things happened.Much appreciated,
Tristan sighed, noticing Akki departing. Though he also noted Thomas, who seemed to be looking for another drink.
he inquired with a raised brow. As he did so, he unlocked the brake of his chair, seeing as he would probably be taking off soon, as well.You do know people serve themselves here all the time, right?
Tristan shrugged, grumbling under his breath as his drunken state began dawning on his rather blurry mind. After gathering up his last three beers, he began making his way to the day, his trail clearly swerving. He was guessing that it'd be a bad idea to hijack a vehicle as he normally did... Being drunk and in the possession of a stolen vehicle didn't make for a good scene when it boiled down to facing the police...
Tristan sighed, reentering the bar. He stank strongly of alcohol, with the slightest hint of a smokiness (and a tinge of what bordered the smell of urine) about his... well... smell... He was obviously drunk, and had returned here only because he'd finished his last beers shortly after leaving. As such, he'd soon gotten lost, and wound up going full circle back to Gambits.
Tristan smirked at Torture Kiara Anusib, raising a brow. "You have beer?" he inquired, obviously intrigued by this random person offering beer. Well, in all honesty, he was only interested in the beer. However, even in his drunken state, one thought first came to his mind.
"What's the charge?" he inquired, a frown replacing the wild, eager look of before. There had to be some strings attached to this. After all, beer didn't come and go like water or wind... No, you had to work for beer... most of the time... Minus his most recent six pack, and the one time he'd pulled a perfectly good bottle of beer out of the sewers, saving it from what would have surely been its demise. Damn, I'm good person, he suddenly thought upon pondering these reflections.
"What's the charge?" he inquired, a frown replacing the wild, eager look of before. There had to be some strings attached to this. After all, beer didn't come and go like water or wind... No, you had to work for beer... most of the time... Minus his most recent six pack, and the one time he'd pulled a perfectly good bottle of beer out of the sewers, saving it from what would have surely been its demise. Damn, I'm good person, he suddenly thought upon pondering these reflections.
After mulling over this, Tristan nodded eagerly before reaching into his pocket, pulling forth what seemed to be a glass vial. Within, a funky liquid bubbled. "You want conversation? Prob'ly should down some 'o' this first..." he muttered, downing the foul-smelling liquid (which, surprisingly, rivaled his own stench) before shaking himself off, seeming to be at least a slight bit soberer.
"M'kay. That's better. Okay, so, what exactly do you want to talk 'bout?" he inquired casually.
"M'kay. That's better. Okay, so, what exactly do you want to talk 'bout?" he inquired casually.
Tristan smirked, raising a brow and popping open his first beer. "M'kay then. Interesting name, to begin with. I'm not that exotic far as names go. Tristian Archimedes Inviticus, actually. Not all that cool or out there. I tried getting it legally changed, but got turned down due to the fact that they didn't want to reprint all those wanted posters in the place I came from," he said with a wink.
Tristan shrugged, a smirk spreading across his face as he sipped away at his beer. "In which case, nice to meet you, Torture. And I'm not just saying that for free beer, he said, winking as he proceeded to polish off the first bottle, swiftly moving onto the next bottle, sliding the now empty bottle off to the side.