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❝Why don't you let me sleep?❞
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【Ballade der Erweckungen ▮ ASP】




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Tristan Kuolema
『NICKNAME』
Tristan/Tris
『AGE』
18
『SEXUALITY』
Gay
『ETHNICITY』
English | Finnish
『ABILITY』
Necromancy
『YEAR』
12

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❝Every step that I take is another mistake to you❞
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6'2"
『 WEIGHT』
141 lbs
『HAIR COLOR』
Brown-black
『EYE COLOR』
Blue
『GENERALX APPEARANCE 』
His style is somewhere between goth and haute couture. He wears a curious amalgamation of clothing, all of it black and accessorized with various degrees of lace. Some of his clothes, people think he tapes on, because there is no way in hell they would stay up if he didn't (secretly, it's just a combination of a good fit and elastic). He has a love of heeled shoes, and often is wearing boots or really tall lace-up sandals with a nice heel.

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Tristan is overall a rather soft spoken guy who tries not to get involved in other people's issues. It's not that he doesn't care; he simply hates drama and doesn't want to involve himself in any of it. He'll gladly console everyone in the aftermath, but he refuses to let his name hurt others. This also affects some of his other decisions - for example, if he's being bullied, he won't tell anyone, simply 'cause he doesn't want to ruin the bully's life.
He's a really creative kid inside, but terrified of expressing his ideas for fear of being told they're not worth anything. One of Tristan's favourite hobbies is painting - especially bodypainting - but he'll rarely show his works to others (and if he's painting on someone, they know him damn well). He wants to study art in college, but knows for a fact that he won't be able to because of the expense, and because his parents want him to go into law (something which he personally despises).
In general, he's rather jumpy and easily startled. He doesn't relax around people unless they know him super well (it helps if they play with his hair or let him cuddle - he's super clingy at times), and will often jump at the slightest noise and every shadow. He hates rot to an extreme, and could easily end up in a panic attack simply from seeing mold on his food. Teasing him about this will land you on his 'do not talk to' list before you could even laugh about it. Seriously - friends of his tried showing him a zombie film in freshman year, and he still refuses to be in the same room as them.

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❝Are you still there?❞
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◖ Cuddling ▮ Maybe he was neglected as a child. Maybe he's just lonely. Maybe, as previously proven, he's a cat. Whatever the answer is, Tristan is the clingiest motherfucker you'll find out there. If he trusts you even slightly, you can bet he'll be all over you whenever he sees you (of course, only if you're okay with that). It's not even a matter of sexuality or anything; he just finds physical contact to be extremely reassuring. ◗
◖ Video Games ▮ Tristan fucking loves video games, and he is absolutely brutal in them. This is one of the few places where he can actually tolerate undead things, purely because he knows he can always turn his screen resolution down and make them look like a poorly animated joke. Challenging him to a video game battle is generally a terrible idea, because he will do anything and everything to win. The only exception to this is if he's playing with someone new to the game, in which he'll let them win just to not hurt their feelings. ◗
◖ Birds ▮ This is one of Tristan's traits that would probably be considered weird, if the rest of him didn't already take that award. He adores birds of all type, and has made a point of learning everything possible about every single one of theme. Honestly, point out a bird, and no matter what obscure cliff in the South American jungle that it lives on, he will be able to tell you everything about that bird from its favourite food to the sound it makes when it's about to divebomb a lion. His personal favourite birds are vultures and crows, and he's currently trying to convince the school to let him bring his pet raven (Poe) to live in his dorm with him. So far, he's not having a bunch of luck with that. ◗


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◖ Snow ▮ Do not get snow near Tristan, or even mention it, 'cause he fucking despises it (if he could, he'd be living in Hawaii). There's a special place in hell reserved for those who shove it down his shirt in the winter (read: every single person, 'cause his expressions are fucking hilarious and if you run really fast he can't catch you). ◗
◖ Peas ▮ Also known as little green balls of doom. Put them on his plate at dinner, and he will chuck the whole thing at you. Tristan hates peas. They're just nasty. ◗
◖ Hairspray ▮ Never mind that he goes through a can a week. He just doesn't like how sticky it gets, and the heavily scented stuff makes him feel like he's about to die, 'cause fuck breathing that's totally not a thing. ◗

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◖ Charismatic ▮ Well, when he's not trembling in fear. Tristan can be really good at talking people into doing stuff for him and agreeing with him. There's just the minor issue of actually getting him to talk. ◗
◖ Kindness ▮ Tristan can make anyone happy. He's super sweet, and can put a smile on even the saddest face. Of course, this occasionally leads people to walking all over him, but more often than not, it leads to people getting him small gifts and being nice to him because he was nice to them. ◗
◖ Artistic ▮ With Tristan, everything is a piece of art. He can see it in anything you throw in front of him, although his talent really does lie with painting. Need a cool background for your photography project? Tristan's got it. Can't figure out what to do for that lit final your teacher is asking you to be creative on? Give Tristan the theme, and he'll come up with something for you immediately. ◗
◖ Intelligent ▮ Most people don't realise just how smart Tristan is. He is, technically, a genius - his IQ is around 145 - but he doesn't really point it out. He really struggles with math because of severe dyscalculia and he never speaks for fear of being put in the spotlight, so most people think he's a little bit dull. Then they hear him talk about birds. ◗

◖ Paranoid ▮ He is scared of absolutely everything. Of course, dead stuff tops this list, but on it are also figures in the night, any sort of flying objects (tennis balls are usually the worst), people pretending to hit him, and so on. He tries not to show this, but that kinda doesn't work, seeing as he can be easily thrown into a panic attack. ◗
◖ Physically Weak ▮ Tristan's just not very strong. He doesn't eat enough, and he hasn't set foot inside a gym in three years (gym class is spent hiding in the arts classrooms), so he's a little weakling. Sure, he can carry a decent amount of stuff if he has to, but he's not gonna be some sort of ninja. ◗
◖ Dyscalculic ▮ Numbers are hard. He can barely read them, and they always rearrange themselves on the paper in front of him. Because of this, he often ends up in the wrong dorm rooms and finding his classes is pretty much impossible. He also has difficult reading a clock, so he actually has a watch that reads the time to him when he wants to know how late it is. ◗
◖ Picky Eater ▮ Because he can't tolerate foods that might have a hint of rot in them, the amount of foods Tristan will eat is very limited. Most cheeses don't work, he refuses to touch meat, and bread has to be absolutely fresh for him to touch it. ◗

He speaks with his hands and will not stay still, especially if he's having a conversation he feels strongly about. If he has the option, he'll always sit on top of a desk rather than in a chair. He'll do utterly ridiculous things to get that perfect shot for photography. Giving him chocolate is the easiest way to wing his heart. Also, honey is one of his favourites, and he'll often eat it without anything else (although he also loves eating it with Greek yogurt in what could probably be described as a 50/50 ratio). Tristan loves people playing with his hair, and is super clingy around people he trusts.

Death, rot, falling from great heights, maggots, severe injury, betrayal, hurting someone, graveyards, old people, being seen as unimportant, being alone.

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❝Who am I, when I'm not who you want me to be?❞
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Necromancy. He can bring the dead back to life - well, more to a state of not-deadness.
『LIMITATIONS』
First of all, he's absolutely terrified of dead things. Secondly, anything he brings back has to remain within ten meters of him at all times, and they will try to stay closer unless he directly tells him not to. He can only raise a maximum of 300 pounds of things, whether it's three thin humans or a fuckton of fruit flies. If he practices, he can increase this weight limit, but he's sure as hell not gonna practise. Whatever he raises has to be recently dead and still have flesh - if it's half rotted, it's fine, but he can't go around bringing back George Washington or anyone. Anything raised will still remain dead, and any unsightly odors or chunks of flesh will still be there (although if the flesh is rotted, it will stop rotting for the duration of being brought back).
『WEAPON』
A lighter. Not super impressive, until you realise that corpses are generally pretty dry (especially if they come from the anatomy building) and generally unfazed by being on fire. Nothing more fun than being pelted by a cloud of flaming bone-sparrows.

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❝All my friends told me I should move on❞
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Tristan grew up in a wealthy family of lawyers and housewives. His family was a picture of perfection - white picket fence, two-point-one kids, loving mother and successful father. But underneath all of this, trouble was brewing.
It started with his brother. Irving was a law student trying to fulfill his father's dreams, and stressed beyond belief. One winter break, when Tristan was ten years old, he hung himself from the bathroom ceiling of their vacation home, three days before the rest of his family arrived to spend the week there with him. Tristan was the lucky one who found his bloated, rotting corpse.
This was where his fear of death started. His parents, naturally, had him see a psychiatrist, but Tristan never got the image, nor the smell, out of his head. Even now, he'll wake in the middle of the night screaming, drenched with sweat, trying to get the corpse out of his head. He thinks it's his fault - if only he had been a better, more loving brother, if only he had seen the signs, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
When he was fourteen, he noticed a terrifying fact - what was dead wouldn't stay that way for long. Baby birds, fallen out of their nest, would get up as he walked past, even if their blood was spread over the sidewalk. Deer rotting on the side of the road would lift their heads to look at him.
His parents noticed something was wrong, but refused to believe it. One of their sons was already a failure - they refused to let their second be anything but normal. Thankfully, Rorschach Academy noticed Tristan.
They offered his parents a spot at the school, claiming it was a prep school for intelligent youth. Tristan almost didn't want to go, but he is so glad he went. Rorschach is his safe space, and he'll often try and stay at the school even over holidays, afraid to be out on his own in the real world. He realises he'll have to move on for college - especially with his parents hell bent on him getting into Harvard, but he doesn't want to.
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