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, looking up at Assassin and sighing. Sure, the statement was true, bt he didn't enjoy war and battles in general. With this, he continued playing, fading into Something. No, not something something, the song Something... yeah... that one by The Beatles that not many people of his future times knew.
Tristan commented absentmindedly in response to Chise.The dumb ones tend to make violent sorts... Depending...
Tristan nodded in short, returning to his guitar as he suddenly stopped, pausing for a moment before he let forth a strong note to begin Don't Let Me Down. Indeed, he was Beatles-palooza tonight... well... he was most nights, so that wasn't really much different from anything. After all, he was an avid fan of the amazing group, so it seemed only logical that he would play. He seemed to ignore Assassin's comments about killing, however. Killing just made his stomach churn. Sure, he had killed once, but it had made him sick to his stomach. He wasn't one to kill... only one to harm or threaten.
Tristan sighed, changing to I Want You as he listened to Assassin. In reply, he swiftly made a graceful transition into Give Peace A Chance. There, he began strumming quietly, allowing a sound to issue from the instrument which was just soft enough to be non obtrusive, whilst being loud enough to seem to flow through the room.
Tristan frowned, stopping and putting the guitar on the table as he lifted himself for a moment, readjusting his position before taking up his guitar once more. And with this, he began playing Good Night, shaking his head at the antics of the antics of the younger bar patrons. Hell, he didn't even know why parents would let kids any younger than sixteen or so wander the bar unsupervised. As such, a small smirk spread across his face when Henry drew his gun. He was opposed to killing, but using force to right wrongs was always something he seemed to view as a right rather than a wrong.
Tristan sighed, deciding the current situation too much for his somewhat introverted side to take. Thus, he put his guitar away and wheeled off, leaving silently and unobtrusively. After all, he wasn't good with kids in the first place...
Tristan sighed, muttering darkly as he peeked through the door before swiftly retreating to the corner he usually sat in. With this, he observed the fight and shook his head, beginning to strum forth Dear Prudence on his guitar as he pondered over why the human race was so intent on being a crowd of violent fighters... As per usual in Gambit's, he was also admiring the though processes of John Lennon, though he wasn't doing that visibly.
Tristan sighed, shaking his head and looking up as a new bartender appeared. After a few seconds, he faded into While My Guitar Gently Weeps, his eyes focused on his instrument. His soft, timid, tenor voice began singing, though his shy nature only allowed him to sing in barely a soft speaking voice. Whilst all of this was going on, however, he kept his ears open, making sure to detect any possibly threats.
Tristan sighed, wheeling forwards a bit, making room for whomever would be arriving next. After this, he repositioned himself before grabbing his guitar once more and fading into Long, Long, Long by The Beatles. As he did so, his eyes began slowly turning from bright green to a tranquil, earthy brown. The eye color change marked a dramatic shift in his mood, signaling that he had mellowed out considerably as compared to when he had entered the bar not so long ago.
Tristan sighed, continuing onto playing Help! by The Beatles. As usual, he was still addicted to their age-old music. After some time, he began singing softly, his voice resonating quietly about the corner he often claimed as his own little slice of Gambit's bar. His eyes never left the guitar, and his fingers flew from string to string, as he had memorized all the songs by heart...
Tristan sighed, looking around once more before he continued strumming away, fading into You've Got to Hide Your Love Away. As he did so, he raised his gaze momentarily, checking his surroundings and raising a brow before he continued playing. Following the final note of the song he was playing, he threw a tattered fedora to the ground to collect tips, then returned to playing his music, starting with I Need You.
Tristan looked up, raising a brow at Stones and Boyle as he heard wind of the few comment. However, after a few moments, he returned to his music, fading slowly into You're Gonna' Lose that Girl, his fingers delicately flowing from one note to the other. His eyes were still locked on his instrument, and it seemed as if his concentration was focused on the music. However, the comments did cause him to pay special attention to that area of the bar... just in case...
Tristan frowned, entering the bar quietly and wheeling over into his little corner, pulling out his guitar as he threw his fedora to the ground. With this, he began strumming away, forming the tune to Can't Buy Me Love on the instrument which he carried everywhere with him.
Tristan sighed, wheeling into the bar before he quietly retreated, as per usual, to 'his' corner. He then produced from a tattered case his battered guitar. After some turning, he began quietly playing Woman by John Lennon. His eyes never strayed, save for his rare checks on the current bar atmosphere. His fingers, his body, and his overall being were obviously into the music, both emotionally and physically. He then began singing. The youth's voice was a soft, tenor sound, which came timidly from his lips.
Tristan sighed, muttering darkly as he quietly faded into Stand By Me, his eyes still intently scanning his surroundings as he continued playing away. He made sure to keep himself from harm, and quickly separated himself from the impending events. He didn't have any clue as to what would happen, but he wasn't exactly the best guy to be running around fighting... He also made sure to distance himself from most of the people in the bar, seeing as being associated with near anyone in Gambit's could get you killed.
Tristan sighed, continuing to play until he finally faded into In My Life from Les Miserables. Meanwhile, he threw a battered fedora to the ground to collect any prospective tips which just so happened to fall his way. After some time, he faded back into Eight Days A Week, whilst his roleplayer split her time between personal writing, Gambit's, and playing Robot Unicorn Attack.
Tristan sighed heavily, wheeling into the bar with an odd feeling that his life was a boring, repetitive process. After some reflecting in his normal corner, he shrugged, ordering himself a soda and drinking it via small, slow sips.
Tristan sighed, muttering darkly as he wheeled into the bar once more, again returning to his monotonous lifestyle. Not much changed, though it was clear he was perfectly happy with that. After he got settled, he pulled out his guitar, playing Golden Slumbers, his eyes scanning the environment in which he was situated for any potential dangers which could crop up.
Tristan sighed, continuing to play away on his guitar. After he finished his song, he took from his bag a tattered fedora, which he threw to the ground. The opening for one's head was facig upwards, ust in case anyone felt like giving him a tip... That being said, he was fine with tips that weren't exactly monetary... After some thought, he began playing Martha My Dear by The Beatles. As per usual, he was obviously addicted to playing their music.
Tristan frowned, raising a brow as he caught short snippets of Almario and Edmund's conversations. However, he disregarded them just as he disregarded many insults thrown at him. After some time, he slowly faded into Hard Day's Night, his eyes passing up from the instrument for a brief moment to ob serve his surroundings, though after he assumed there was no immediate danger, his eyes drifted back down to his guitar.