Head of the Senetroth.
○○ Personality:
• Positive Keyword(s): Honorable - Noble - Polite - Respectful - Charismatic - Charming.
• Negative Keyword(s): Unsympathetic - Short-tempered - Shallow - Uncaring - Treacherous(if crossed).
• Socially: Extremely social, has a tendency to steer clear of visible pests.
• In Private: Can become very controlling. Is a very dominant individual.
• Temperament: Has a hair trigger temper. Does not play well with others when he's being challenged.
○○ Armament:
• Blade Weapon(s): Modified Split-Blade Gladius. ("Greiner")
• Projectile Weapon(s): None.
• Concealed Weapon(s): None.
• Armor: None
○○ Abilities/Techniques:
• Innates: Extremely high speed, strength, dexterity and stamina.
• Standard: Gyromancy - Acoustics - Elemental Resistances.
• Advanced: Multitude of Amplification Techniques - Obtenebration - Multitude of Movement Techniques.
• Unique: Energy Coring (Enables him to mimic an energy's effect after it's used against him.)
○○ Life before the night...
He existed peacefully as an eleven year old boy, helping his Uncle on a small, worthless piece of farmland deep in the Greek countryside. His daily routine consisted of cleaning and harvesting, all day, moving heavy materials back and forth. This continued on for seventeen years.
Twenty-Eight years old. He had a wife now, a child. His Uncle had passed years ago, leaving him with the only thing he'd ever truly known - the Farm. Triston worked, played and lived on this one dismally small piece of property. Local Government constantly harassed him to forfeit it for a price. He refused, once a week they asked, once a week he denied them. He'd never known his parents, so his only concept of dedication was the loyalty to his Uncle and the pride of his farm.
Two weeks had gone by since they last asked him to sell. He assumed they'd given up for the sake of reason. Nighttime, the moon high. Triston worked feverishly in his small patch of home grown vegetables. It was then that he'd heard a scream. Bolting back towards the house, he heard another. He barreled through the door and hadn't even provided a reaction before he was thrust back outside. Two days later, neighbors found the gnarled and rotted bodies of his wife and child, Triston however was nowhere to be found.
For the next 40 years, he'd dedicated the better part of his new 'life' to seeking a brutal revenge against any and all who he'd assumed had a part in that savage night.
○○ Moving on...
Years after his departure from the old, he had a role in many a conflict, many a war. He even helped to stir up several conflicts between Lycans and local Vampires. Triston has an extremely strong disdain for anything that acts any better than it truly is. He is an animal and he embraces that, wholly.
He can frequently be found traveling Europe in the more modern age that has come upon him. He does not travel for 'pleasure', though. He travels solely for food and the need to feast upon the feeble bones of the noble. The 'God-Men' who pretend they have the right, by God's will, to determine the outcome of a lesser man's life.