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 sighed, continuing to play before he faded into Long, Long, Long by The Beatles. And yes, he was indeed playing it upon a violin. However, he added some flair between the notes, and created somewhat of a remix of the tune. His eyes glanced up only every now and again, yet it was clear that most of his attention was focused upon his instrument.
Tristan smiled calmly at Titania, though he quickly looked up in shock and shoved his instruments back into their cases as he wheeled back a bit, grabbing his hat on his way. He was intent on not becoming another splat on Gambit's walls, so he was going to be sure to stay a good deal away from the scrap that he was sure was about to ensue...
[black]Tristan[/b] sighed, grumbling under his breath as he wheeled the bar. His guitar and violin were both in tow, and after settling into his corner, he ordered a Coca-Cola and proceeded to play A Hard Day's Night on his guitar. His quiet, tenor voice soon followed the sound of the wildly articulate notes which the guitar hummed rapidly. His fingers flew rapidly from one to chord to the next, and he was sure to keep the tune strictly conformed to the original, though he also made sure to add his own swag, per say, to the mix of the tones.
Tristan sighed, still looking about as he swiftly repositioned himself with his elbows. After a few moments, he began playing You've Got to Hide Your Love Away. After he finished that song, he stopped for a moment and wheeled closer the the table, both to be in closer range of his soda and to be out of the way. Following this, he pulled a lever beneath the larger left wheel, sighing in relief as the backrest tilted slightly back, allowing him to relax in a more comfortable position. He then took his guitar back up, playing I Need You by The Beatles.
Tristan frowned, raising a brow at the paintbrush. However, he disregarded it and simply continued to play Ticket to Ride on his guitar. He wasn't one for probing with things that he had no idea about. Actually, he'd learned a good deal of life lessons from doing that. What did he learn? Things such as to get the hell away from angry, rabid beavers. But above all, he'd learned to... well... not touch odd objects. Well... overall, it was self explanatory.
Tristan smiled, raising a brow at Drakus' approach. He'd never seen someone conduct business like that, though he did know that he thought it entertaining. After all, in his time, despite the barriers socially broken, there were still limits on what people should do. Well... should have done... However, it was at that moment he noted the dragon forming. With this, he immediately dismissed the occurrence, preferring not to leave a fried kabob, in essence.
Tristan sighed, grumbling darkly under his breath as he made his way into the bar, taking a spot at the bar and ordering a soda. He then proceeded to pull forth a guitar, strumming out Dig a Pony. His eyes glanced about every now and again, though he seemed intent on playing his music.
Tristan sighed, muttering under his breath as he wheeled into the bar, finally relaxing back in his chair after pulling up to the bar and ordering a soda. Seconds later, he received his drink, and then proceeded to drink his order whilst beginning to play Helter Skelter by The Beatles. His fingers flew skillfully from one chord to the next, and he rarely looked up... as per usual.
Tristan sighed, continuing to play casually as he cast glances about the bar. After some time, he began to fade into This Boy by The Beatles. However, he paused in the middle of the song, though it was only to readjust and throw the tattered fedora he collected tips in to the ground.
Tristan sighed heavily, making his way into the bar before he made his way over into his normal corner, and proceeded to order himself a beer. Upon questioning as to whether he was old enough or not, he waved his hand in the air, smirking as the man shrugged and turned about, serving him a beer.
the youth inquired before he allowed the man to return to his normal duties.And if anyone asks, it's soda. Just between you and I, eh?
Tristan sighed, muttering darkly as he made his way into the bar. After ordering a soda, he found a nice, warm spot and began to drink while playing his guitar. Meanwhile, he watched avidly to see if his avatar had updated correctly.
Tristan sighed, muttering darkly as he wheeled into the bar, his eyes darting to and fro as he took in his environment. As far as he was concerned, there was no real threat... at least... not yet... But he was sure there would be. However, until that threat came, he decided to relax a bit, and thus ordered a soda. He then proceeded to settle into his normal corner, pulling out his violin and playing Caledonia.
Tristan frowned, looking quickly up at Derthy. Hm... I don't think it's worth fighting this time... though I'm not opposed to... he thought to himself before he stopped playing for a moment to give the finger. He was pretty tolerant, yes, and he was pretty open to criticism, but he still had a short temper... At least he didn't try and strangle the person this time... That hadn't been his best idea ever...
Tristan sighed, grumbling under his breath as he wheeled into the bar. His bright green eyes swept the area thoroughly before he found himself a nice spot in the corner. After he claimed his spot by dropping his guitar case in the seat. he turned about, again glancing for any danger. After all, Gambit's was never without its risks.
Following some quiet muttering to himself before he pulled out his violin and began playing A Bird Without Wings. His fingers moved delicately from note to note as he continued his song.
Following some quiet muttering to himself before he pulled out his violin and began playing A Bird Without Wings. His fingers moved delicately from note to note as he continued his song.
Tristan frowned, grumbling under his breath as he wheeled into the bar. He bore a black eye, remnants of a 'disagreement' which just so happened to occur randomly last night. After some looking about, he pulled out his violin, beginning to play Requiem for a Tower. His eyes barely left the instrument, as usual. Rather, his attention was focused on his music.
Tristan sighed, fading into Past the Point of No Return as he watched the bar's normal insanities and profanities. His eyes finally settled with locking their gaze onto his violin. After he was finished that song, he dropped his hat for tips to the floor, looking once more about the area before returning to the music he played. This time, he decided on Wandering Child from Phantom of the Opera.
Tristan sighed, muttering darkly as he made his way into the bar. After observing it, and deeming it safe (for the time being, as he was sure some deranged nutcase would more than likely be trying to blow it up again sometime soon), he wheeled over to his corner, pulling forth his tattered violin as he began playing "Down One More/Track Down This Murderer" from The Phantom of the Opera.
Tristan sighed, muttering under his breath as he began playing "Valjean's Soliloquy" (from Les Miserables upon his violin. As he did so, his eyes scanned the bar a bit, his forming the French rendition of the song's lyrics. After some time, he faded into "And Your Bird Can Sing". A harsh and odd transition, indeed, but he somehow managed to pull off the total shift in moods and tempos.
Tristan frowned, looking up at Bishop for a moment before he continued playing, Fading into "One Day More" from Les Miserables. Again, he seamlessly transitioned the moods. He then gave Bishop a short nod before again scanning the bar. Sure, it seemed needless... But this was Gambit's... Who knew what could happen. It could be fine for one minute and then be a warzone in the next.