Post by Tristan Harrigan on Jul 17, 2008 17:49:22 GMT -5
The Brains of the Operation
Your first name or alias: Katy
Your age: 16
Where you're from: Ohio
How many years/months have you been role-playing: 4 years
What other time periods have you written in: Written on HP sites and even some Equine
Give a random fact about yourself: I have two metal rods in my arm.
How did you find our site?: Created it
I also play: Queen Lucy, King Edmund and Amelyn Carondell
Character Information
Character's Name: Tristan Harrigan
Age: 23
Title (Lady or Lord of the Court, Knight, Merchant etc): Knight of Cair Paravel
Human? If not, specify: Human
Location (Narnia? Earth?): Narnia
Meeting Expectations
Face Claim: James Franco
Tristan is a striking young man with cold features plastered on his face. There are rarely ever any smiles on his pale lips, or any emotion appearing in his dark eyes. Once people get past his bitter demeanor impression, they can se a truly handsome man who could steal the heart of any women. He has always been good at hiding his feelings, and his face clearly shows this. Tristan has medium length curly brown hair that sometimes brush into his mysterious chocolate brown eyes. From a distance, Tristan’s eyes almost look black, but up close you can see the little specks of hazel within the shrouds of dark brown.
His height is average compared to most men, so about 6'4" tall, and 190 pounds in weight. Tristan's body is lean, and well toned, due to all the practice he does with his sword, and the long journey’s he takes as a knight. After his long hours of working, his face is usually covered in dirt, and his hair tossed wildly. He can typically be seen in any form of wool weaved shirt when he isn’t in his knight uniform. There is always a sword attached to his hip, and scars on certain parts of his body that can only be seen if he takes off a piece of clothing.
His height is average compared to most men, so about 6'4" tall, and 190 pounds in weight. Tristan's body is lean, and well toned, due to all the practice he does with his sword, and the long journey’s he takes as a knight. After his long hours of working, his face is usually covered in dirt, and his hair tossed wildly. He can typically be seen in any form of wool weaved shirt when he isn’t in his knight uniform. There is always a sword attached to his hip, and scars on certain parts of his body that can only be seen if he takes off a piece of clothing.
Take Me As I Am
Some think of Tristan as a cold hearted human being. This is untrue. Tristan just rarely shows his true feelings. It's like he's wearing this invisble mask over his face, shielding his emotions from the world. It takes a lot for Trisan Harrigan to put his guard down. He's always on the tips of his toes around people. Tristan doesn’t want to be that kind of ruthless man, but his past has sculpted him into the person who is today; a piece of uninspired of art, with cracks running along the side threatening to fall to pieces within moments. Though, once you see beyond the mask, there is truly a remarkable young man behind the disguise. Tristan is a true gentleman, with a great sense of humor. He only speaks when spoken too, which is a great trait that any knight should hold.
Once you get to know the real Tristan, he has quite the sense of humor. Though, he knows when there is a time to be serious, and a time to be funny. Normally, Tristan doesn’t speak much, but when in heated discussion he most certainly engage in the conversation. He has a bit of an anger problem, but that pent up anger only appears when he is frustrated beyond belief. Tristan is an overall wonderful man that can make any girl fall in love if they get the chance to know him. He enjoys laying around on the beach during his free time. This is where you can find him most of the time. Tristan also loves to use his sword, and has a great eye for Archery.
Once you get to know the real Tristan, he has quite the sense of humor. Though, he knows when there is a time to be serious, and a time to be funny. Normally, Tristan doesn’t speak much, but when in heated discussion he most certainly engage in the conversation. He has a bit of an anger problem, but that pent up anger only appears when he is frustrated beyond belief. Tristan is an overall wonderful man that can make any girl fall in love if they get the chance to know him. He enjoys laying around on the beach during his free time. This is where you can find him most of the time. Tristan also loves to use his sword, and has a great eye for Archery.
Everyone Has A Past
Tristan was raised and born in Dublin, Ireland, to Colleen and Kevin Harrigan. His parents weren’t wealthy, but had enough to lead a good life. Kevin was a doctor, and solider in the army while Colleen was a house wife. The Harrigan's lived in a small brick house, on the country side of Ireland. There are vast green fields, and a long dirt path that can lead right into the roaring ocean. To reach town, took almost three hours, which is why Tristan's father woke early in the morning for the long ride to town. Tristan spent most days with his mother, learning how to read and write. It wasn’t until he was of age that he could attend the nearby school just miles up the road.
Whenever there wasn’t any hour of academics, Tristan would ride his pony out on the beach, taking long adventures as a knight. He was the kind of child that loved being outside, and had too literally been dragged inside for supper, or even to work on school work. Colleen always found a way to coax her sun inside. She would threaten not to read bedtime stories if he wasn’t ready for dinner. Tristan loved hearing his mother’s tales. They were full of adventure, its imagination stretched beyond belief. His father on the other hand, wasn’t the same. He was rarely ever home, but when he was they made sure to have family time.
The Harrigan’s were a happy Irish family, until one day when Colleen became very sick. Tristan remembers that day more than any other in his lifetime. He had just turned 11, when his mother fainted while walking down the stairs. He spent weeks looking after his mother, making sure she got everything needed. Kevin kept telling his son to have hope, and that she will pull through. As the months flew by, Colleen grew worse, until finally Kevin told Tristan the words that he will always remember, “Your mother is not going to make it son,” The words pained deep into Tristan’s heart. It was a rainy afternoon when Colleen Harrigan passed away in her sleep. Tristan reacted in such a different way than most. He didn’t shed one single tear instead he began to learn how to hide his emotions.
His father on the other hand took the death hard to a point where he relied on alcohol for comfort. Tristan can recall the first day when his father grew violent. Tristan had tried to tear the bottle of liquors from his father’s grasp but was pushed hard to the ground, kicked continuously. His father blamed him for their loss. Tristan grew stronger from his father’s abuse. He braved the beatings until finally his father had lost all of their savings. Tristan was sent to live with his single uncle in England. Everything that Tristan had cherished was torn away from his grasps. He wasn’t going to miss his father, but he was going to miss the sweet salty ocean sea, and the vast fields of green that was Ireland.
Tristan spent the rest of his days in houses that were all connected together. His uncle didn’t have a wife, but many different girlfriends. There weren’t any large fields since it was the city, only a small garden outside, but it wasn’t anything like Ireland. Soon Tristan began attending school, withdrawn from the whole world. He didn’t have many friends, and got into fights with the other boys. One day when Tristan was walking home he noticed an abounded house, with the door ajar. Being only 15, Tristan grew rather curious and adventured off into the house. He searched in many rooms, until he stumbled upon one room that was colder than the others and darker.
He wondered aimlessly around until reaching a lamp post. How could there be a lamp post inside of a bedroom? Tristan took a closer look at his surroundings, noticing snow covered trees, and even talking creatures. About to turn back, somebody stopped. It was a large centaur wearing armor that shined underneath the sparkling snow. He took Tristan in too a village and explained to him that everything from the lamp post north was Narnia. Tristan than learned how to sword fight and became a knight. He made quite a few friends in Narnia, but his best friend was Amelyn Cardonell, a women who secretly desired to become a knight.
Whenever there wasn’t any hour of academics, Tristan would ride his pony out on the beach, taking long adventures as a knight. He was the kind of child that loved being outside, and had too literally been dragged inside for supper, or even to work on school work. Colleen always found a way to coax her sun inside. She would threaten not to read bedtime stories if he wasn’t ready for dinner. Tristan loved hearing his mother’s tales. They were full of adventure, its imagination stretched beyond belief. His father on the other hand, wasn’t the same. He was rarely ever home, but when he was they made sure to have family time.
The Harrigan’s were a happy Irish family, until one day when Colleen became very sick. Tristan remembers that day more than any other in his lifetime. He had just turned 11, when his mother fainted while walking down the stairs. He spent weeks looking after his mother, making sure she got everything needed. Kevin kept telling his son to have hope, and that she will pull through. As the months flew by, Colleen grew worse, until finally Kevin told Tristan the words that he will always remember, “Your mother is not going to make it son,” The words pained deep into Tristan’s heart. It was a rainy afternoon when Colleen Harrigan passed away in her sleep. Tristan reacted in such a different way than most. He didn’t shed one single tear instead he began to learn how to hide his emotions.
His father on the other hand took the death hard to a point where he relied on alcohol for comfort. Tristan can recall the first day when his father grew violent. Tristan had tried to tear the bottle of liquors from his father’s grasp but was pushed hard to the ground, kicked continuously. His father blamed him for their loss. Tristan grew stronger from his father’s abuse. He braved the beatings until finally his father had lost all of their savings. Tristan was sent to live with his single uncle in England. Everything that Tristan had cherished was torn away from his grasps. He wasn’t going to miss his father, but he was going to miss the sweet salty ocean sea, and the vast fields of green that was Ireland.
Tristan spent the rest of his days in houses that were all connected together. His uncle didn’t have a wife, but many different girlfriends. There weren’t any large fields since it was the city, only a small garden outside, but it wasn’t anything like Ireland. Soon Tristan began attending school, withdrawn from the whole world. He didn’t have many friends, and got into fights with the other boys. One day when Tristan was walking home he noticed an abounded house, with the door ajar. Being only 15, Tristan grew rather curious and adventured off into the house. He searched in many rooms, until he stumbled upon one room that was colder than the others and darker.
He wondered aimlessly around until reaching a lamp post. How could there be a lamp post inside of a bedroom? Tristan took a closer look at his surroundings, noticing snow covered trees, and even talking creatures. About to turn back, somebody stopped. It was a large centaur wearing armor that shined underneath the sparkling snow. He took Tristan in too a village and explained to him that everything from the lamp post north was Narnia. Tristan than learned how to sword fight and became a knight. He made quite a few friends in Narnia, but his best friend was Amelyn Cardonell, a women who secretly desired to become a knight.
Example Post
Tristan rubbed the back of his neck tiredly as his feet took him off down the street. The sun was shinning brightly ahead, not any trace of clouds. Everyone was housing through the busy streets trying to get to their final destination. Some Narnians were talking in groups, while others were selling various items from the stands. There were many levels to Cair Paravel. The one that Tristan lived in was the busiest. It was the knights housing quarters. Tristan didn’t mind the small space, it was just he couldn’t sleep much at night. Well, he didn’t sleep much period. Tristan preferred to throw himself into his work. Whether that be patrolling the streets, or following the kings around to meetings, Tristan was doing something. Today though was Tristan’s day off. That meant he could sleep in, or hang out with his friends. Well, Tristan was trying too. He needed to relax more. Everyone thought of the knight as uptight, and they were right. Tristan was considered tense, cold, barely speaking to anyone. He didn’t care what everyone thought. It was who Tristan Harrigan was. There was no need to change. No one would be able to have that kind of impact on him. Not even some of his closest friends.
“Catch!” came a voice from a short distance causing Tristan to look around. His brown eyes landed on a small apple that was heading his way. Holding out his hands, Tristan caught the fruit in his right arm, his eyebrow rising curiously. A woman with long blonde hair made her way to his side, rubbing her own apple against the front of her green dress. “Don’t worry. I didn’t put any of my experiment plants on it to poison you. Hearing Amelyn chuckle softly next to him, Tristan shook his head, rubbing the side of the apple against his wool shirt. It was his favorite. The one he wore when going to the beach all the time. There was a secret spot in the save that Tristan liked to be. It was secluded quiet cave were someone could hear the sounds of the ocean roaring outside. It was one of the only places Tristan could go to be by himself. The sound of the ocean always calmed it. Reminded him of Ireland, back when his family was still a family.
“Thanks. Why are you in such a good mood?” he asked his friend with an inquisitive look before biting down. Chewing softly as he stepped forward, Amelyn followed his lead shrugging her shoulders. “What makes you think I’m in a good mood? You’re the one who seems to be gleaming today. Is that a smile I see, Tristan?” Tristan sighed at her perkiness, running his fingers through his curly mess of brown hair. “Its not frequent when I get a day off…thinking of going to the beach…or the library. Tristan said, more to himself than to his friend. He didn’t know what to do with his free time. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he worked himself to death. Tristan would just pick out a nice book to road by the beach. It would take him ages to finish, but still something for him to do. “I would love to join you in your quest of fulfillment, but I’ve got to go try to find this one plant for this new herb I’m working on. Don’t miss me too much. With that, Amelyn smiled brightly in his direction before heading off in the opposite direction.
It didn’t take long for Tristan to be walking through the long, complicated corridors of the castle. He head cleaned up nicely, but he always did when he went into the castle. Mostly Ladies or Lords of the courts, or the kings and queens themselves resided inside the stone walls. Tristan was just an exception because he was a knight. There were some quirks to the job. When he rounded the final corner to the library, Tristan pushed the door open stopping in his tracks as he noticed Queen Susan on a ladder reaching up for the top shelf. Closing the door softly behind him Tristan made his way over to the woman looking up at her struggling face. She couldn’t reach the top shelf even on the ladder. “I can reach that book for you if you want, My Lady.”