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Tristan Aeol

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a character in “Here There Be Monsters”, as played by cirrus_sd

Description

Name: Tristan Aeol

Species: Superhuman

Sex: Male

Abilities

-Can disembody himself. Similar to astral projection, he can remove his psychic self from his physical self, and use it as a weapon. This psychic self is as strong as his will and mind, so extremely. He can warp it into any shape he pleases, divide into several pieces, use it to control different things at once, can possess people and objects, physically manipulate and damage objects, and travel great distances in short periods of time. However, how much he can do depends on how much of himself he lets out, and the more he lets out, the less control he has over his physical body. He is able to completely disembody himself, but doing so puts his physical self in a comatose state, and if he is gone for too long, his physical self will continue to deteriorate and eventually expire completely. This psychic self is also invisible to most beings.

-Can turn invisible. This was an ability granted when Harper released the Chaos entity. Whatever he is wearing or holding is also affected. Is virtually undetectable in this state.

-Very gifted musical abilities and talent (singing, mallet instruments, piano)

-Photographic memory, and good draftsmanship

-Highly intelligent. Very strong analytical skills and attention to detail. Very much a planner

Weaknesses:

-Physically weak.

-Asthmatic

-Phobia of rats and being completely submerged underwater. Also grows very anxious in rooms that are completely grey.

-Is very protective of Harper. Would die for that man.

-Difficulty expressing self. Not helped by the fact that he never talks and his face always looks the same: half-lidded, apathetic stare.

-Crippled by past baggage. Can be very ruthless and violent towards those that he feels deserves it.

Background: The unwanted child of a valedictorian and a high school jock in a world where superheroes were the norm, throughout his childhood Tristan only knew a life of pain and sadness. His mother gave him up when he was 2, shortly before driving her car into a lamp-post. When he was 4, a man arrived, claiming to be his father, and took him in. What followed was 4 years of experimentation, torture, and abuse, in an attempt to force the psychic self to separate from the physical self. The day the experiment succeeded, Tristan finally managed to run away. In doing so, he fell through a dimensional rip and ended up in Harper's world (aka our world), coincidentally in New York City. Swept up by CPS, Tristan was moved around, underwent therapy, and tried to adjust to the new environment. His only constant throughout this hectic life was Harper...

He first met Harper at his first foster home, located in upper Manhattan. On the same block, Tristan would frequently sit outside, spacing out, travelling elsewhere mentally. Harper would sit next to him, talking about whatever he felt was important in his 8 year old mind. He would do this every day, and even when Tristan was moved elsewhere, Harper would find a way to visit him (helped along by Tristan's therapist, Ms. Reid, who later adopted him). The friendship bloomed from there, the loud and the quiet, and remained even while Tristan struggled with his past demons, lashed out at those close to him, tried to find reasoning in his life. For a while he was disgusted with other people's problems, finding them trivial compared to his own. Yet after witnessing Harper's problems at home, he softened. Grew slightly more empathetic, if only to his friend. It was around here, at the age of 15, that he finally saw Harper as a friend. And then, a year later, Harper ran off to Boston.

During his last two years of school, Tristan realized just how much he had depended on Harper, whether he realized it or not. With his one constant missing, life felt strangely empty, and he resolved to follow after him once he finished school, turning down an offer from Juilliard to pursue music at the Boston Conservatory. He found out where Harper was living through Sadie, and decided to surprise him with a visit. The day Harper attempted suicide.

Shocked couldn't begin to cover Tristan's emotions when he found Harper in that state, but he acted quickly. Cleaned up his apartment. Put Harper through therapy. Forced him to get help. Stayed with him. Visited him when he wasn't in school. Their friendship continued into living together, and even followed his friend on his 'hero's quest', and eventually went renegade with him.

It was sometime during their last year on Earth that Tristan realized he might be in love with Harper. The thought frightened him, and he suppressed it as best he could. However, midway through their travels, he couldn't hide it from himself any longer. The difficult part was telling Harper. And of course, as soon as they established they would be together, it wasn't long until Harper was in the jammer.

Much of Tristan's technique for keeping Harper safe prior was to go invisible and attack or defend with his psychic self. As such, he wasn't included on the bounty. He maintained his invisibility while Harper was arrested, only to follow behind and sneak into the jail unnoticed. After stealing a pair of clothes, he slipped into Harper's assigned jail cell, originally meant to be solitary confinement. Tristan stayed invisible until he successfully messed with the internal system to make him legally in the jail. He has protected Harper with a psychic shield, travelling with him everywhere, and quietly getting rid of those that he thought were too dangerous, either at night or far away from his physical self to allay suspicions.

During the initial lack of guards, Tristan barricaded himself and Harper in a cell with an initial supply of food, checking outside periodically.

Appearance: Towering at 6 foot 4, Tristan is a tall, lanky, gangly giant with a shock of white hair on top, sides shaved (think quintessential K-pop star. the perfect hair for mohawks or fauxhawks). Born with mild albinism, his skin is also very pale, but his slightly slanted eyes are a striking sapphire blue. He has four ear piercings, two cartilage in one ear, and studs in both. He has a long face, long torso, and even longer legs, and hardly any muscle tone. He dresses smartly, or used to. He has slender hands, long fingers. In fact, slender and long could be used to describe most of him, really. He doesn't have many soft points, mostly pointed and bony. Sharp. He often looks bored, or apathetic, and has arguably only one facial expression, although Harper seems to be able to decipher his various moods.

So begins...

Tristan Aeol's Story

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For someone who typically avoided social situations and never talked, Tristan still understood the importance of reputation. Its power. How it was basically social bluffing. Although of course, the other person never knew if you were bluffing or not. And if need be, you could act.

Tristan was also intimately aware of the power of conditioning. For example, he knew that if enough inmates died while trying to force themselves into his cell, or even for dawdling in front of it for too long, then eventually others would get the message that perhaps they shouldn't try to break themselves into cell 11-c215F. Or stand in front of it for extended periods of time.

Sure enough, the majority of the inmates in his particular wing got the message by the end of the second day, and his cell was avoided like the plague. Of course, one could never be too careful. Tristan was meticulous about these sorts of things. He knew if he even let one slip past, then the whole reputation would come crashing down, so he was merciless. The body count had grown so large that he'd taken to tidying up that area, pushing the corpses into an empty cell. Although, the term 'corpses' wasn't always correct for many of them. It assumed that there was still a body.

Of course, Tristan never told Harper any of this. In fact, initially, the man in question acted as if they were on some sort of extended date. Lauding the food. Singing. Cracking jokes. Flirting ceaselessly. Never a moment of silence with him. But Tristan preferred it this way. Harper talking was a good thing. Harper silent was what you had to look out for. And as clueless as his boyfriend was, Tristan knew he wasn't stupid. He couldn't always mask his actions outside, and on more than one occasion there had been a muffled but clearly audible scream of struggle or death shrieking through the cell walls, and the look on Harper's eyes when he would stare at the door was one of undeniable understanding. Tristan was thankful Harper had the good graces not to bring it up. Not that he would have said anything in response.

But as the days dragged on, Harper seemed to as well, and silence was becoming a more frequent visitor. They were also running out of food, and when the loud man stopped complaining, Tristan knew he had to act. He'd been scouting the area ever since their cell was branded as a no-loitering zone, and was now searching for a way to get to the kitchen, as well as a plan for getting the food to them in the first place. He supposed he could carry the food, but floating food might be too suspicious, and require that he either let more of himself out, or took some of what was barricading the door. He could possess someone to get the food for them, but that would require even more of himself. And if they died, he'd have to carry the food anyways.

Things became even more complicated when he realized the only attainable food was in the freezer, everything else already ravaged at. Which meant they'd have to thaw it. Which meant they'd need to cook it. Which meant they'd need to eat it in the kitchen.

And for a moment, Tristan lamented at a sudden realization. Why the hell didn't they just barricade themselves in the kitchen?? Of all the stupidest...

Nevermind. He knew they'd been acting on instinct. Even better, he knew what they were going to do.

Slowly, he withdrew himself from the door and back into himself. Kept a small portion of him by the kitchen, searching the perimeter. For the first time in a few days he moved more than just a blink, and his joints seemed to creak as he stood up and gave Harper a shake.

"Yo..." the man yawned, accent a weird mix of New York Manhattan and Boston, with just the slightest twang of inherited Brooklyn. "You're moving?" He sat up quickly, curls sticking out, "Did something happen?" He was digging into his pockets for the small music player Tristan had given him a year ago. About the size of Earth's ipod-shuffle, it had ten times the storage capacity and fantastic external speakers. He held the square out in the palm of his hand, waiting.

Tristan eased some of himself into it, shuffling through the songs to find the words, screen flickering on from the energy.

"Go-tta make a mooove to a...-p in the kitchen"

"About time," Harper commented, "I'm starving. Anything else?"

"Stayyyyy. with meeee...close to me...[/i]

He laughed. A sound Tristan hadn't heard in what felt like years, even though it'd only been a matter of days. "Noted. That all for you?"

He nodded, and Harper replaced the square. Once again, Tristan retraced the route they would need to take. There was a group of people in one hallway, to their left, tensions high. Something they'd need to avoid.

Finally, he withdrew entirely into himself, before letting a thin layer out again, shielding both him and Harper. In a blink he was invisible, and with a renewed self-assurance, Harper opened the door.

"Holy shit," the man breathed at the sight of blood and other organs splattered against the wall. "This all you?"

"and i was like Yeah! (yeah!)" the music square sang out. Harper laughed again.

"Bit of an overkill, don't you think?" he asked as Tristan nudged him into the right direction. Sure, it'd be bizarre to see a human walking about nonchalantly. But once again, reputation was everything. And Tristan was more than prepared to eradicate all threats.

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Character Portrait: Ross Phei Character Portrait: Violet Character Portrait: Sphinx Character Portrait: Emma Character Portrait: Tristan Aeol Character Portrait: Reien Misuzaki
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#, as written by Ignetio
Ilona went into the cell of the wall she just blew up. Scavenging the parts from inside. it was the back wall and it seems that whatever was in there left. I'm going to need a weapon. They may need some too. She seen the mushroom giving a rock to the teen. she laughed in her own head a little. then got the idea of making stone weapons. It did not take as long and took less energy. she picks up rocks of her own and melds them in her hands to make daggers and short swords. They arnt the best but they will due If she had a bit more components she could make a fire arm. "Anyone know how to use one of these?"

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Character Portrait: Jake Scyther Character Portrait: Tristan Aeol Character Portrait: Lux Character Portrait: Harper C. Fields
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It felt great to finally walk around. In the open. Without worrying about people killing you at any second.

Who knew that a few days of withdrawal could make pre-anarchy prison times seem like paradise?

Despite the much bloodier decor, Harper strutted forward confidently. After all, it wasn't like anyone was going to touch him with Tristan here, doing his thing. Invisible as he was.

The iPod-knock off in his pocket occasionally sang out with instructions, either chiming Beyonce's "to the left, to the left" or Outkast's incessant "alrightalrightalright"s. Harper had even started whistling, in the middle of "Hey Baby" when 80s music suddenly barked out "STOP!"

This was reinforced when Harper ran into an invisible wall, nose scrunching up painfully. He backpedaled, rubbing his shnozz and glaring in all directions. "The hell was that for?"

"stayin' alive...stayin' alive..."

"Uh huh. Could have fooled me."

Bing Crosby. "Do you hear what I hear~?"

"What?" Harper demanded, "Hear wh--"

A roar interrupted him, followed by shaking, likened to an earthquake. Or a very large creature slamming against something.

Frank Sinatra crooned out, "I guess, I'll have to change my plan." interjected by Ace of Base, "--turn around!"

He gave an exasperated sigh, throwing up his arms, "Well alright then, GPS. Thanks for nothing."

"You're gonna meet someone" a raspy male voice sang out.

"Oh really? Was that not originally the plan?"

"No."

Harper laughed at the short answer. "Well it's about time I had someone to talk to. Not that you aren't fantastic company," he rolled his eyes at his own words, "But it'd be nice to actually have someone respond normally."

"Shut up and drive."

More laughing.

And, sure enough, after rounding a corner that they hadn't passed before, Harper saw two people. A boy and a girl it looked like, travelling towards him. Even at initial sight, the girl's skin looked unusually bright, and as he neared it almost looked as if it were glowing. The male, on the other hand, was much less remarkable looking...although his right side was reflected the light from the girl in a strange way...almost as if it were made of metal.

He wasted no time in introductions. Even if they weren't friendly, it wasn't like they could hurt him, with Tristan here. Smile broad, he raised an arm and waved at them.

"Hey! We...I mean, I come in peace! Don't shoot or any of that shit."

He kept moving his arm as he quickened his pace, despite the muffled "You don't know...what you're doing, doing, doing" on repeat, until Harper turned the volume lower.

He was physically halted after a few steps, a particularly smart smack to the face (although to onlookers it would just look like a very hard stop). Katy Perry's voice started to rise in volume, cycling over and over "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" until Harper forced the volume back again.

"You shut up," he mumbled out the side of his mouth. He played off the interruption, leaning back on a leg, arms on his hips. "Wow, I haven't talked to real people in ages," he said to them, hoping they'd also play this cool, "You two heading somewhere in particular?"

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Character Portrait: Jake Scyther Character Portrait: Tristan Aeol Character Portrait: Ankth Character Portrait: Lux Character Portrait: Harper C. Fields
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Ankth woke up. He didn't seem to be in a cell in particular, more like in a maze of old and rotting hallways. His four eyes scouted the area, in search of life.

"What do we have here...." he inquired to himself.

He kept wandering through the empty hallways in search of something, something living. Then, right before he made a corner he saw a group of three people conversing and talking. Ankth approached. On further inspection, they were quite the interesting group of people, a seemingly human male, some kind of sentient light, and what seemed to be a glistening creature made of metal.

"Interesting..." he said to himself as he began to come closer to them. His eyes getting larger, he prepared for either enemies or allies. He finally approached them, swiftly and quietly and was about 6 feet away from them.

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Character Portrait: Jake Scyther Character Portrait: Tristan Aeol Character Portrait: Ankth Character Portrait: Lux Character Portrait: Harper C. Fields
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#, as written by anvil
Jake wasn't the smartest individual, never had been and never would. If he didn't understand something, he jumped to either extreme... Ignore it completely or do everything in his power to get rid of it. Whether the girl was mocking him, or was just confused he wasn't sure but he opted for the path of ignorance. She wasn't an issue. However, the curly haired person before him was...

He didn't appear a threat, and he claimed to come in peace. Unless there was something he didn't know, Jake believed he could kill him with relative ease should the situation arise... And if he was lucky, he wouldn't have worked out his power yet. 'You better not try anything...'

He sensed a presence behind him, and turned his back on the male in order to see what was creeping up on them. Some grey skinned creature with 4 eyes stared back at him. He jumped back and formed a long shining javelin in his his right arm and raised it above his should. 'You!.. Wha... Who?..........' He tried to make the words form but the just wouldn't... He gripped his weapon tighter before trying again. 'Who are you?..... And what do you want? Keep back, were armed....'

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The first thing Lux sensed was two beings- the first one being much more apparent than the second one which she was unable to fully sense; it was as if it was there but hiding. The second thing Lux sensed was the outbreak of laughter- something she particularly didn’t want to hear. Then they rounded the corner and to her immediate shock, a man who seemed to be much more human like than the metal contraption next to her named Jake. And then this humanoid man walked near them and spoke.
"Hey! We...I mean, I come in peace! Don't shoot or any of that shit." Lux looked at him and examined his entire body, her bright, colorful eyes starting at his head and ending at his feet before coming back up and stopping at the box he held in his hands.

The small box started to speak. Lux took a few steps back in bewilderment. On her dimensional plane of Castroid, they had no speaking boxes nor did they have any kind of musical devices- music was something foreign to her completely. Then the boy smacked himself in the face and seemed to have some sort of fight with the box. Lux easily realized that the second being that was seemingly hiding was this tiny box; she eyed this particular box with caution and more so over with the man.
"Wow, I haven't talked to real people in ages, you two heading somewhere in particular?"

Lux looked up at the man, her eyes shooting directly towards Jake before back at this man. She knew he’d probably say something to this humanoid- which to her predictions, he did. “You better not try anything...”
As much as she wanted to see this man and his box’s reaction, Lux’s attention was quickly drawn behind her although she hadn’t turned or drew any type of hint that there might’ve been something lurking; no, Jake had already done that for her. “Who are you?..... And what do you want? Keep back, were armed....” She watched him react in silence, now pleased that she had given him the chance to escape; he was a perfect watch dog and if she played her cards right, he would be with her until she was able to find her beloved Peace Groups and Norax to escape- this all revolving around if they were still alive of course.

Unfortunately, finding her missing Peace Groups seemed to be on constant hold because at the moment she was surrounded by beings she had no knowledge of and was getting quite uncomfortable. Lux turned her head towards the creature that had resembled a shark like being. Lux turned her head back towards the boy and his small box, not exactly knowing what to do.

“We come with no harm, although I feel slightly uncomfortable being surrounding by creatures I have no knowledge of.” Her eyes kept going from the fishy man to the boy and his device. With her small experience with actual humans (the woman whose look she mocked and Jake) Lux could tell she would have a rough time and even suggested to herself that she should run away and return in her male form, although she opted out of that due to the fact that the female form was less intimidating.

“I much rather you not to engage in battle,” She began once again, hoping that fishy man would could understand her language the way Jake and the other one did. “I have no information on whether or not you will come out unscathed.” At first it sounded as if she was threatening them, but one could easily tell by the way she acted that she meant she was going to flee.

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Character Portrait: Ymragal Dagon Character Portrait: Jake Scyther Character Portrait: Tristan Aeol Character Portrait: Ankth Character Portrait: Lux Character Portrait: Harper C. Fields
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Tristan was really not liking this.

Harper, on the other hand, seemed to be having a ball. Not peeved at all towards the possible threats. Instead he raised a hand, laughing. "Woah dude, easy on the questions...and I thought I was a motormouth."

Tristan's gut twisted as he predicted what Harper would say next. No, you idiot, not your...

"Name's Harper. We're just walking around. No hassle needed."

Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing silently.

The girl seemed more nervous. Tensions high overall. Feeling each other out. Another had joined the group, clearly not human. Tristan strengthened the invisible shield around Harper. They were speaking of peace, but neither had relaxed.

And then, another roar. Closer. Louder. Almost right on top of them.

"Holy Jesus!" Harper exclaimed.

A group of girls' voices chimed out in slightly accented English. "You better run, RUN, run, RUN, run...", their cheerful tone at odds with the desperate situation.

"Yeah, no kidding! Later, peeps."

He broke into a run, and Tristan--considerably less athletically inclined--let more of himself out and constructed an invisble platform for him to sit on, travelling at more or less the same speed as Harper.

"You still there, right?" His boyfriend asked, worry punctuating his voice.

"To the right, to the right," he answered instead, referring to the upcoming turn.

Harper smiled. "All right, then."

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Character Portrait: Ymragal Dagon Character Portrait: Jake Scyther Character Portrait: Tristan Aeol Character Portrait: Ankth Character Portrait: Lux Character Portrait: Harper C. Fields
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With everything that was happening at the moment, Lux became confused. Before she even had time to react, the boy and his box took off, there was continuous loud crashing and the four eyed humanoid was telling them he was peaceful. Her head began to spin and for a moment, Lux stood there with confusion plastered on her face.

While she was still slightly confused, Lux didn’t forget about the creature she had heard earlier followed by the smell of blood; she knew that if they stayed here even a second longer, death could be sooner than she would liked. Lux turned towards the two men, her colorful eyes shooting from one to another before focusing on the darkness.

“I believe introductions of one and another would be better suited when we know we are safe; for now, I believe we should continue moving forward at a quicker pace. I’d rather not find out the monstrosity that is causing the ruckus.” Lux said, beginning to quicken her pace from a fast walk to a slow jog.