Post by Tristen Darkway on Jun 26, 2003 18:40:47 GMT -5
Name: Tristen Darkway
Age: 20
Astrology Sign: Pisces
History: Well before the darkness there was a place called home for him. He lived with his father and mother who was abused and beaten along with him. The love of a father as he would remember it when hiding bruised with a smile.
The tears and cries used to come but all it did was make his father more mad and beat him hardier. So in the end all he did was smile and remain silent all the time. When mother died Tristen Tikato died.
When the blood was flowing from his cut wrist in the blackness of night, he had slowly started to die. For the first time in his life he felt at peace and without a bit of pain. It was in death and in the darkness he would find a place to erase the pain or so he thought.
When his eyes opened he was in the shadows, but shadows which took shape. From the shapes came voices and one in particular. “Welcome Tristen, we will show you how to make the world and everybody pay for never loving you.” The shadow came to be known as Urlden.
In his death the body of Tristen Tikato disappeared, nobody ever knew the truth that the shadow realm had taken him as their own. There they taught him how to manipulate them and call on them for aid. The power was a gift and for the 14 years since his death he came to train.
Death was his new tool, and the shadows would help him do it. With that said the story starts with the arrival of the Shadow Walker who was given the name Tristen Darkway from Urlden.
Appearance:
((Look to Pictures for Appearance. Also pictures are Hiei from the Spirit Detective anime (Sorry don't remember exact name of the show.))
Personality: Cold, sadistic madman, lacks any emotions but the pleasure of peoples suffering and the heat of battle. An occasionally sexually pleasure is always good now and then willing or unwilling.
Physical Abilities: Able to use a sword and katana is sword of choice.
Elemental Abilities (If Any): Able to manipulate shadows into forms of darkness based energy blast. Also has power to move between shadows and enter the shadow realm to travel between places. But can only appear from out of heavy shadowed areas. Also can call shadow demons to bind or slow down foes.
Strengths: Willing to destroy whatever it mattering not what it is as long as it causes suffering. His ability to manipulate the shadow realm servants gives him great strength and number of allies.
Weaknesses: Sunlight causes him slight pain to his body if not covered or blocked. When it extremely bright areas of light his powers become weaker and less effective. Moonlight and such does not affect the weakness nor do small wattage light bulbs.
Also he has never had real love or kindness ever shown to him. Only thing he has known is pain and abuse. If real love and kindness were shown to him may cause him to become confused or hatred towards himself for all his evil deeds.
RPG Sample:
The coughing and shivering voice broke through the complete darkness. It had been 14 years since the two had seen each other. But it would be a wonderful family reunion. The smirk crossed Tristen’s lips as he caused a circle of blackish flames to float in a circle about him and his captive.
”Well, now look at you all battered and beat up.”
Tristen’s voice was cold and unwavering towards the restrained and bloody form of his long forgotten father. The man looked up at him with blood caked swollen face as he sobbed trying to speak. “Never… seen you…. before” The black haired youth drew up real close so the man could look in his eyes. “Because, you killed me along with mother long ago” Suddenly the man’s eyes lit up with dread and fear as Tristen laughed darkly in ecstasy at the emotions.
“I never killed your mother or you! I did nothing but loved the both of you!”
With a quick crack the sword in sheath smashed against Tristen’s father’s skull. Blood poured freely as the eye hung from its socket by cords. “Then let me return such love my father!” With a maddening laughter he watched as his father tried to escape from the shadow bindings. “I love you so much also here have some more!”
The screams seemed to echo in the nothingness as shadows danced around the flames watching with intense gazes as Tristen extracted his revenge. Blood dripped from the unrecognizable barely breathing form. It could barely be heard, but the words “I’m sorry Tristen..” moved from his father’s lips.
“Well father let us see if the heavens will forgive you in death because I sure as hell don’t.” With that the smirk only remained as the sword was drawn from its sheath and it pierced into the wailing body of the soon to be dead father of Tristen Tikato.
When the body had gasped its last breathe it only made Tristen grunt with disappointment. “What a weakling for somebody so strong to beat on children Urlden.” The shadow moved forward as Tristen moved the bloodied sword through the circling black flames too clean the substance. “My son there is more powerful foes in the land of light.” With an evil smirk Tristen turned towards the shadow and nodded. “Also remember father, the name Tikato is dead, my name is and will forever be Tristen Darkway.”
Age: 20
Astrology Sign: Pisces
History: Well before the darkness there was a place called home for him. He lived with his father and mother who was abused and beaten along with him. The love of a father as he would remember it when hiding bruised with a smile.
The tears and cries used to come but all it did was make his father more mad and beat him hardier. So in the end all he did was smile and remain silent all the time. When mother died Tristen Tikato died.
When the blood was flowing from his cut wrist in the blackness of night, he had slowly started to die. For the first time in his life he felt at peace and without a bit of pain. It was in death and in the darkness he would find a place to erase the pain or so he thought.
When his eyes opened he was in the shadows, but shadows which took shape. From the shapes came voices and one in particular. “Welcome Tristen, we will show you how to make the world and everybody pay for never loving you.” The shadow came to be known as Urlden.
In his death the body of Tristen Tikato disappeared, nobody ever knew the truth that the shadow realm had taken him as their own. There they taught him how to manipulate them and call on them for aid. The power was a gift and for the 14 years since his death he came to train.
Death was his new tool, and the shadows would help him do it. With that said the story starts with the arrival of the Shadow Walker who was given the name Tristen Darkway from Urlden.
Appearance:
((Look to Pictures for Appearance. Also pictures are Hiei from the Spirit Detective anime (Sorry don't remember exact name of the show.))
Personality: Cold, sadistic madman, lacks any emotions but the pleasure of peoples suffering and the heat of battle. An occasionally sexually pleasure is always good now and then willing or unwilling.
Physical Abilities: Able to use a sword and katana is sword of choice.
Elemental Abilities (If Any): Able to manipulate shadows into forms of darkness based energy blast. Also has power to move between shadows and enter the shadow realm to travel between places. But can only appear from out of heavy shadowed areas. Also can call shadow demons to bind or slow down foes.
Strengths: Willing to destroy whatever it mattering not what it is as long as it causes suffering. His ability to manipulate the shadow realm servants gives him great strength and number of allies.
Weaknesses: Sunlight causes him slight pain to his body if not covered or blocked. When it extremely bright areas of light his powers become weaker and less effective. Moonlight and such does not affect the weakness nor do small wattage light bulbs.
Also he has never had real love or kindness ever shown to him. Only thing he has known is pain and abuse. If real love and kindness were shown to him may cause him to become confused or hatred towards himself for all his evil deeds.
RPG Sample:
The coughing and shivering voice broke through the complete darkness. It had been 14 years since the two had seen each other. But it would be a wonderful family reunion. The smirk crossed Tristen’s lips as he caused a circle of blackish flames to float in a circle about him and his captive.
”Well, now look at you all battered and beat up.”
Tristen’s voice was cold and unwavering towards the restrained and bloody form of his long forgotten father. The man looked up at him with blood caked swollen face as he sobbed trying to speak. “Never… seen you…. before” The black haired youth drew up real close so the man could look in his eyes. “Because, you killed me along with mother long ago” Suddenly the man’s eyes lit up with dread and fear as Tristen laughed darkly in ecstasy at the emotions.
“I never killed your mother or you! I did nothing but loved the both of you!”
With a quick crack the sword in sheath smashed against Tristen’s father’s skull. Blood poured freely as the eye hung from its socket by cords. “Then let me return such love my father!” With a maddening laughter he watched as his father tried to escape from the shadow bindings. “I love you so much also here have some more!”
The screams seemed to echo in the nothingness as shadows danced around the flames watching with intense gazes as Tristen extracted his revenge. Blood dripped from the unrecognizable barely breathing form. It could barely be heard, but the words “I’m sorry Tristen..” moved from his father’s lips.
“Well father let us see if the heavens will forgive you in death because I sure as hell don’t.” With that the smirk only remained as the sword was drawn from its sheath and it pierced into the wailing body of the soon to be dead father of Tristen Tikato.
When the body had gasped its last breathe it only made Tristen grunt with disappointment. “What a weakling for somebody so strong to beat on children Urlden.” The shadow moved forward as Tristen moved the bloodied sword through the circling black flames too clean the substance. “My son there is more powerful foes in the land of light.” With an evil smirk Tristen turned towards the shadow and nodded. “Also remember father, the name Tikato is dead, my name is and will forever be Tristen Darkway.”