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Tristan

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by ShatteredSoul, as played by Smurfette

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Experiment name: A-16
Real name: Tristan
Age: 11 though so short and malnourished he appears to be about 6 or 7.
Skin: pale and sickly
He has a long scar running across his forehead from a lab experiment that caused him to ignite himself in flame and singed his forehead worst of all.

His aging process:
Teenager(minus the blue eyes):


Young Adult:

Personality

He is shy and timid, and generally hiding and in fits of fear. When he has blackouts from over-emotion, his eyes change to a maroon shade with stripes of golden green. He is the reincarnation of Kogarth, so when he blacks out Kogarth is the one whose attitude and outlook take over, that being most clear in his eyes. Though Tristan doesn't even realize this.

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Tristan's Story

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Tristan decided at last, that sitting in a chair soaked to the bone would not help him get warm. Peeling off his jacket, Tristan got up and instead crawled under his table, hidden by the drape of the table cloth, and curled into a tight ball next to the floor radiator.

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Tristan started to feel drowsy as the heat waves of the radiator rushed over his face. The front of him at least, was starting to dry, if only slightly. Another small shiver of cold ran over his body as he sat up and tried to shake off the fatigue. Sleeping right now, while being hunted by a massive team of agents for Veritas, was not at all in his best interest.

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Tristan sighed softly, a small noise barely audible to any other unless they sat directly next to him. Opening his eyes, all Tristan saw was blackness, apparently his headband was drooping over his eyes. He tried to move, to lift his hand so that he could readjust it, but he was very quickly faced with the fact that his hands were chained behind his back, his ankles, which were also chained, were connected along his back to his wrists. Biting his lip, Tristan began to tremble, fear running along him as he had no idea where he was or what was going on.

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Tristan was completely oblivious to the woman in the cell with him's presence, of course that is to expected when you can't see. He could hear her though, the shallow breathing and the slightest volume of a groan. A whimper passed his lips, "Wh-who's th-there..?" He muttered, the words escaping his lips like those of a victim in the holocaust.

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Tristan attempted to turn his head in the direction of the voice he had heard. Hopefully, she, as he had come to determine, wasn't a scientist or a guard, but thus far he'd no idea. After all, she gave him a name, not an experiment title, which could mean any number of things. His mouth felt dry as he tried to nod, hoping she could see him. Leaning his head back against the wall, he tried to press the back of his headband to the stone and pressed his head downward, an attempt to pull his headband out of his eyes. A small crack of light emitted to the bottom of his eyes, stinging like the sun even though it was dim, causing him to squint his eyes shut and pout his jaw outward. For a moment he adjusted before trying again to lift his headband, this time it just fell back over his eyes. Sighing, he gave up and ducked his head into his knees gathering what energy he felt like wasting to reply quietly, his trembling voice making clear of his young age. "I'm...s-sub-j-ject A- si-six-t-teen."

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Tristan blinked under his head band, wiggling slightly to try and get himself into a more comfortable position. His chains rattled lightly as he slid his bottom back against the wall to straighten his back. Something about her name seemed familiar, and it took him until she mentioned being "back for it to click. "Y-you...y-your...the runner.." He whispered, mystification entrancing his quiet tone. He was a runner too, but not at all as bad as her. He'd heard the stories of what had happened to the main laboratory building, he was being tested on at the time. Suddenly though, he felt bad not telling her his nickname, so he lifted his head again, shaking it slightly to try and move the headband without success before speaking quietly. "You c-can call me...Tristan...i-if you want.."

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Tristan heard a scraping sound against the paved floor as Jaz scooted closer to him. For a moment, he flinched, suddenly nervous of her presence. He'd never had a cell-mate before, he was always locked away by himself in room that was frigidly cold. Right now he was warm though, and it was slightly refreshing, though he knew the scientists would torture him for running off once he got called in to the lab hall. His head moved to face at Jaz, nodding just slightly to her before suddenly changing his mind and shaking his head. "Wh-what do you want to do?"

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Tristan felt awful hearing the female's gasp of pain, he wanted to give her a hug but he couldn't. Nodding slightly again, this time in sure confirmation, he turned his body to face the direction she was in, chains clanking and scraping across the floor.

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Tristan blinked, squinting his eyes as the sudden light of the room rushed into them. Tilting his head down he squinted at his lap until his eyes adjusted, then gazed back up at Jaz. Something seemed familiar about her, but he couldn't quite place it. His mouth propped open a crack as he stared at her, trying to piece together the memory he was thinking of. "You seem...familiar.." he whispered, shifting his hands behind him at an uncomfortable feeling. "D-do you kn-know..Melissa?"

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Tristan frowned, nodding slightly. He felt really sorry now, especially since he'd left Melissa on the day of his capture. "I..I'm s-sorry...I-it's all m-my fault.." he whispered, wishing then that she had not pulled his headband out of his eyes which were now stinging with tears. Ducking his face into his knees he inhaled softly, stiffening for a moment at the sound of approaching footsteps, a faint jingling of keys as well.

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Tristan frowned, watching her fearfully. The guard merely scoffed curtly and commented at her with words Tristan didn't pick up on. "Subject A-16. Dr. Flemming has a bone to pick with you." He muttered coldly, a snickering sound emitting as he mentioned bones. Tristan knew that only meant one thing, punishment. Shaking furiously he struggled to his feet as the guard grabbed his shoulder and yanked him off balance towards the gate, closing and locking the cell door with a dark smile. "You're little friend will be lucky if he comes back in one piece." Was he muttered before disappearing down the hall.

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Tristan ducked his head down into his legs so that he could reached his chained hand up to rub at his eyes and pull down on his headband, covering his eyes with it. "I..h-had an a-a-accident a l-long time a-ago." He muttered, blowing upwards with his mouth to push the hair away from his forehead. There was a long scar that cut from one end to the other, think as his brow was and trailed with deep burn markings. "I...b-become s-someone el-else." He turned his head again, facing himself in her direction without having to make direct eye contact. Her words were comforting, but somehow he didn't believe her. Fiddling with the cut off finger of his right glove he nodded to his hands, "They made these gloves, th-they have me-metal in them. Th-they st-stop me f-from mel-melting everything when I over re-react."

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Tristan for a moment, he waited for her to react before a thought hit him square in the mind. "Uhm..d-do you know wh-what f-food i-is?" He muttered, his red eyelets looking into hers suddenly with curiosity. "I m-met someone that t-told me a-about f-food. A-and a fo-food pyr-pyramid."

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Tristan lurched, whimpering loudly as he watched his new found friend get dragged off. His mind started to race then, fury building inside of him. He could feel his hands starting to sweat as his head began to pound again, the scar on his forehead glowing a deep shade of red into the darkened cell. He needed to pull his headband back up so that it wouldn't feed him into a melt down, but he was trembling awfully, and he couldn't manage to stretch enough to do it. Squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw, he tried hard to relax while he waited for JAz to return.

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Tristan glanced up worriedly at Jaz, his hands now trembling and fingertips glowing a deep shade of maroon. "J-jaz?" he whispered, scooting towards her body, "Jaz a-are you al-alright?" That was all he could manage as he got closer, his body had been feeding on so much oxygen now and the smell of thick agony and blood from the other person in the room set him off. Immediately, his eyes turned from red to a thick low shade of maroon traced with cat-like stripes of golden green, his voice growing deep and angry. With all his might as he blacked out into his true form, Tristan's hands went to his mouth, ripping each glove from them as he could feel the energy course through him.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Tristan says,
 “ A low growl emitted his lips as he bent his hands back to grip into the chain, it in turn liquidating onto the floor and sizzling into the pavement. When he was finally free, he turned his head towards where he smelt Jaz and pulled his headband down around his neck, striding over and rubbing his forehead to hers. When her eyes would open, his thick green and maroon gaze would pierce hers, "Get back from the door When I say so, run." His voice would be all too familiar too her, but it didn't matter." With that, he helped her back and rubbed his hands together, charging the door and slamming his fists into it, the thick metal melting slowly into a pool on the floor, instantly solidifying at his feet. Alarms started to go off and guards appeared with guns. Looking back, he glared at Jaz, "Run Jaz! Find Melissa and Saldon and get the hell out of here!" With that he disappeared into the mesh of guards, fighting them tooth and nail as his strength continued to grow. ”

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Tristan felt an icy pang in the middle of his spine, dropping him to his knees in a series of minor convulsions. After a few minutes, he growled in an even deeper, more adult voice, dragging himself to his feet as his hand touched the base of one of the guard's legs, setting him fire. The floor was starting to melt and freeze over at the same time under his feet, but all he could focus on was using his overly strong power to burn through these horrid men. His mind was completely numb now, ice infused taiser buds piercing into him over and over again. He'd rip them off and continue, his hands burning and permanently deforming the men he attacked. His head was throbbing violently, the world around him spinning into a pit of lava as he felt the ground around puddling and pooling into a large pit of liquidated lava temperature linoleum and concrete.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Tristan says,
 “ ((Nevemind I didn't forget: Kris you're up, then me, then Hunter, etc.)) ”

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Tristan [color=gray],after at least ten dizzy and subconscious moments, opened his eyes and groaned, his body aching terribly. His eyes had returned to their usual red shade, and he felt utterly lost and confused. All of his energy was drained from his body and the side of his skull was throbbing terribly, but this time it wasn't from his alterations, it was something else. Cautiously, he lifted his right hand, no longer heat consumed and touched the side of his head, crying out immediately in pain. The side of his skull was surely cracked, hence his utter disability to make sense of vision. The world was still blurry as he forced himself up and dragged himself across the grass in the dark. He felt his gloves were in his pocket and paused to try and slip them on, though it was near impossible, he manages slightly alright. A trickle of blood ran down the side of his cheek, apparently he was numb to the feeling before and was just now starting to realize that he was still spouting blood awfully from his skull. Giving up in his fee

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Tristan heard a rustling noise faintly, turning his head to catch a black blob in the blur of a world he was looking at. Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to go back after all, he thought, flopping down onto his stomach in the grass. He'd never used so much energy or power before, nor had he ever blacked out that long, it was messing with his body terribly. Taking in a deep breath, he forced himself up onto his arms as though doing a push up and dragged himself to his knees, wobbling for a few minutes as he got to his feet and turned round to face the brown and green mush behind him before starting towards it like drunken horse.

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