Post by Tristain Michael Hayden on Feb 20, 2010 4:10:49 GMT -5
TRISTAIN|MICHAEL|HAYDEN
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a few lyrics to describe your character
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[/size]IT’S A LIE SHE’S BEEN CARRING AROUND
IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
[/font][/size]IT’S THE LIE THAT WILL BRING HER DOWN
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[/size]Name: Tristain Michael Hayden.
Nickname: Trist.
Age/Birthday: 17/ December 11, 1958.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Straight.
Blood Status: Pure.
Affiliation: Neutral.
Year/House: Seventh Year Slytherin.
Wand: 14 in, Dragon Heart-string.
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[/size]TAKES PRIDE IN APPEARANCE
AND THE JOB IN HAND
[/size]AND THE JOB IN HAND
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[/size]Eyes: A warm brown.
Hair: Brown.
Height: 6’0 (give or take an inch)
Weight: About 180.
Distinguishing Features(if any):
Tristain is a very attractive guy, if you like that tall, rugged, muscular sort of thing. He knows he’s good looking and uses it to his advantage. Tristain has short, brown hair that requires little to no maintenance except for a haircut every so often. Tristain hates shaving, and so he tends to have a bit of stubble more often than not that sets off an ‘I don’t care what I look like,’ sort of look, even though he does. His eyes are a warm brown. You can always see it in his eyes when he’s smiling, laughing, angry, upset, and so on.
Despite the fact he tends to reject anything that means extra work or following a schedule, Tristain does enjoy Quidditch. (He plays beater, of course.) He loves the feeling of flying. He’s also fond of running. He loves the adrenaline rush and the freedom these hobbies give him. Not to mention the girls he picks up. Because of all these work outs, despite the large masses of food he eats, he’s quite in shape, and he certainly looks the part. Tristain isn’t as tall as many of the guys at Hogwarts, but he’s not short either. When he’s not in his school uniform (which never looks ‘perfectly put together’ and looks more like ‘I just threw this on,’ which he probably did) he dresses in fairly casual muggle wear. Blue jeans, solid color t-shirts, a few button down shirts, sneakers, that sort of thing.
Play-by: Jensen Ackles <3
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[/size]IT’S THE SIMPLE FLAW
THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
[/size]THE MIND FORGETS TO LOOK FOR
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[/size]Erised: Tristain would see what he often imagines his life would be like if his mother hadn’t died. He would probably see himself with his mother and sister and genuinely happy free of his issues.
Patronus: Tristain’s patronus form is a large grizzly bear which is completely appropriate for the Slytherin. He may act like he’s big and tough, but really he has all sorts of soft spots and he’s extremely protective of those he loves. When he conjures the animal he thinks about one day when his mother was about seven months pregnant with Allison and his father was gone on business as usual and the two spent the day painting the nursery and making plans for the new baby.
Boggart: There is no doubt Tristain fears commitment. However, his real fear would be his sister’s dead body, and it would be all his fault of course. There is no one he cares about more than his baby sister.
Dementor: He would undoubtedly remember his mother’s funeral. His father was drunk and angry and he refused to hold his newborn daughter. It was the day Tristain lost both his parents and his father ruined the opportunity to say good bye.
Amortentia: Home-cooked food, the fresh cool air you can only feel by flying rather high, and the smell of a new book – although he’s not likely to admit that.
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[/size]THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T SEE
AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
[/size]AND THE PIECE YOU DIDN’T FIGHT FOR
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[/size]Likes:
+ Girls.
+ Flirting.
+ Flying.
+ Quidditch.
+ His sister.
+ His mother.
+ Jokes.
+ Making people (well girls) angry.
+ Sleeping through class.
+ Reading.
+ Snogging.
+ Eating.
+ Having fun.
Dislikes:
- His father.
- Homework.
- Studying.
- Class.
- Relationships.
- Any sort of work.
- Death Eaters.
- Detentions.
- The idea of falling in love.
- Being serious.
Strengths: Tristain is smart, has a good sense of humor, and he’s very likable. He’s protective, especially over his sister. When he cares about people, he cares a lot, but he sees that as more of a weakness.
Weaknesses Tristain doesn’t like to open up and let people in. He’s also really stubborn and lazy. He can be really obnoxious and a bit of a jerk sometimes. He’s rarely serious, and he likes to irritate certain people.
Overall Personality:
There are two sides to Tristain Hayden. There is the one that everyone sees. Then there is the one that he really is, when he opens up. Few people ever see that side of him though. Those few include a few best friends, girls occasionally when they’re alone with him, and his little sister. On the outside Tristain is loud, confident, arrogant, flirtatious, and he pulls off the whole “I don’t give a damn” thing very well. Tristain can act like a jerk sometimes, and that’s the impression most people have of him. He’s a lot of fun, but he’s a tad bit on the jerk side. Tristain also tends to get what he wants. He gets by with doing very little, yet he’s rarely called out on it. He’s a very good liar, and he sees nothing wrong with lying if it helps him. Tristain is also incredibly stubborn. He can outlast just about anybody if he sets his mind to it, and it gets him in trouble sometimes.
The main reason he’s viewed as ‘a bit of a jerk’ is because he won’t commit to a serious relationship. (That and the fact that he really is rather cocky.) His mother died, and his father was completely heartbroken. His father stopped caring about anyone when she died, including his own children. In fact he hated his own daughter and blamed her for her mother’s death. In Tristain’s opinion, falling in love only leads to heart break eventually, and it’s not worth it in his opinion. It’s all cool if someone else wants to fall in love, but he certainly won’t be. He doesn’t want to get hurt, and he doesn’t want to hurt someone. So if he doesn’t care too much, he can still care. However, he’s still a flirt. He’s very clear about his intentions when he gets into a ‘relationship’ of any sort. He’s not looking for long term or a serious relationship. He’s only out to have some fun. He doesn’t want to use girls, so he tries to make this very clear. Nonetheless, girls have fallen for his charm many times before. He always breaks it off when it gets too serious, or when one of them starts to care too much. The girl often gets hurt though, and that gives him a bit of a reputation as a womanizer.
Tristain is very loud, friendly, and outgoing. He’s very sarcastic and he’s always joking around. He’s a people person, and he’s all about having fun. He has the kind of personality that makes little kids adore him and girls swoon. He’s very easy going. He doesn’t follow rules, and he’s about as lazy as they come. He sleeps through most of his classes and he rarely studies. Yet he manages to do better than average in most of his classes and some of the professors love him. Tristain is extremely protective, especially over his little sister Allison. He loves to read, and it surprises most people when they realize he can have a deep conversation. He hates prejudices, even though he doesn’t make it well known. He tends to be selfish, except when it comes to his sister, but in the end, if it came down to it, he’d help someone who needed it. He tries to act like he doesn’t care, but he does. He cares a lot, and if he lets his guard down people get in and starts to care about them too.
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[/size]IT’S THE CRACKING OF THE GLASS
THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
[/size]THE HAUNTING OF YOUR PAST
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[/size]Family:
- Michael Hayden [Father, 36, Ministry Official]
- Amanda “Mandy” Marriot Hayden [Mother, would be 35, deceased]
- Allison Amanda Hayden [Sister, 11]
Pets: A very grouchy looking owl named Will.
Residence: A townhouse in London.
History:
Michael and Mandy met at a Yule Ball hosted by Michael’s parents when he was 18 and she was 16. The two hit it off despite their differences and they were engaged before he had graduated and married right after she graduated. The two were truly in love despite their differences. Mandy was a sweet, quiet, Ravenclaw who spent most of her time with her nose in a book. She was pureblood, but she didn’t care about that in the slightest. Michael was a sarcastic, loud, outgoing Slytherin, who was pureblood and proud. To be frank, he was a jerk too. There was just something between the two, and they were happy most of the time. They shouldn’t have been, but they were. Michael managed to keep his temper in control, most of the time. He had dappled in the Dark Arts at school, and he found the material fascinating. He knew Mandy hated dark magic though, so he had stopped the hobby. She got pregnant almost immediately. Mandy was smart, but the girl was born to be a mother. She spent most of her time taking care of Tristain, and she never resented it or got tired of it. As Tristain got old enough to understand who she was he adored her and followed her around everywhere. Michael, on the other hand, was not a kid person. He didn’t want a family. He rarely spent time alone with Tristain. Because it was so important to Mandy though, he did act like a father. One who was absent most of the time, but Tristain still looked up to him.
Michael didn’t want any more children. He barely got to spend time with Mandy as it was with just one child around, and he now had a son to carry on his legacy. Who needs more? Mandy wanted another child more than anything though. So Michael let her have what she wanted. Until the healers said the pregnancy might kill her. Michael wanted to get rid of the baby to save her, but Mandy flat out refused to even consider it. The two started fighting a lot, and all six year old Tristain got out of it was mummy was having a baby, and daddy didn’t want it. As the fighting continued Tristain started to get angry with his father. Why was he always yelling at mum? She was having a baby and she was sick. Amanda had her baby. A month early she went into labor. Michael rushed her to Saint Mungo’s. He was in the room with her and Tristain had to sit outside and wait for everything to happen. Allison was born. She was small and weak, but she was alive. Mandy made it through child birth, but she died within the hour. Tristain was laying next to her on her bed, and she was holding Allison. Mandy told him to take care of his baby sister, and that she loved both of them very much. Michael stood by the door watching them. His heart was already breaking. Then she died. Michael was heartbroken. It was as if he had died that day too. He never held Allison, except when it was required of him in social situations. He hired a nanny to take care of Tristain and Allison while he went away on business traveling even more than before. He rarely spoke to Tristain, and almost never to Allison. He couldn’t hardly even look at her because she was the spitting image of her mother.
They never had a steady nanny. Nannies were always temporary, and were replaced if they stayed too long. Michael didn’t want the children to get too attached. Tristain took care of his sister. Just like his mother had told him too. Tristain was the only one who showed her any real love, but regardless she grew up very happy. Tristain hated to leave her to go to school, but he had too. He always came home on breaks though, and as soon as she could write they would write letters back and forth. At school Tristain wasn’t nearly as sensitive or caring. He put on a mask so that no one could hurt him. Love only lead to hurt and it wasn’t worth it to him. He didn’t want to become the hollow, empty person his father with a son who hated him and a daughter who he couldn’t even look at.
Now Tristain is starting his seventh year at Hogwarts. He makes decent grades, considering the fact he doesn’t study. He has a few friends. He dates, though not seriously. His sister is also starting Hogwarts this year. Tristain plans, and has for years, to get Allison away from his father permanently and use some money he inherited from his mother’s parents to rent a flat for himself and his sister.
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[/size]YOU TOOK YOUR EYES UP OFF THE GAME
YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
[/size]YOU’VE GOT NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME
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[/size]Name/Alias: Sam
Age: 18
Roleplay Experience: 3+ years.
How you heard about us: Ad hopping. I’ve been searching for a good Marauder site for a while. (:
Code Phrase: REPO! Snape
Roleplay Sample:
From a site I used to play Tristain for quite some time before it died. It’s a rather long sample, but I think it’s a decent one. (:
Right now every bone in my body is telling me to be with you. My heart says to be with you. Her words had been ringing through his head all night. This wasn't the first all nighter he had pulled, and the lack of sleep didn't bother him. He had too much adrenaline from the flying and the kissing. Mostly because of the kissing. He hadn't properly slept in the past week. Not since before the night they almost... well he didn't want to think about that. He wanted to think about Kayleigh, and what she had said. Thinking about Kay and thinking about Dio had to be hand in hand tonight though. Kissing Kayleigh had been... well it had been perfect. Being with Kayleigh made him happier than any other person, except perhaps Allison. It wasn't like being with Dio though. When he was with Dio he felt almost like he was hypnotized. Like he had to have her to survive. That was all part of her spell though. Part of her game. She was manipulative and he hated that. It couldn't change the way he felt though. She had drug him in. She had made him care, and there was nothing he could do to change that now. He still cared about Dio far too much. Far more then he should.
What about Kayleigh though? He cared about her too. He cared about her a lot. She was one of his best friends, and he could count his best friends on two fingers. Their friendship meant so much to him. She had accepted him for who he truly was from the beginning. She was smart, beautiful, funny, and caring. She wasn't like other girls. She wasn't obsessed with having a boyfriend, the latest fashions, or how she looked. She just wanted to play Quidditch and have fun. She was everything that Tristain could possibly want in a girl. If someone were to make the ideal girl for Tristain, Kayleigh would be that girl. If it hadn't been for Dio their friendship probably would have stopped being platonic ages ago. Perhaps he could understand some of Dio's jealousy now. Sure, they had never been romantic before, but they flirted a lot and personal space had become practically non-existent. Being with Kayleigh felt so natural... so right. He didn't want to hurt her though. Her saying she wanted to be with him weren't the only words running through his head. I’m not going to be your rebound. He didn't want her to be either. She wasn't, it didn't feel like rebound. The only time he felt whole anymore was with Kayleigh. He looked forward to every moment he spent with her. He didn't feel like he'd never really be happy in his life when he was with her. It felt so natural. It just felt right. He wanted to give this a try, and it had nothing to do with Dio. It was about how he felt about Kayleigh.
He was sure of this. Yet, he knew that he wasn't over Dio. She was still in his head. He still couldn't help remembering the feeling of her lips on his. Her lips on his skin, his lips on her skin. The way he felt like he was the only one who truly knew her. How they understood each other, and they accepted what was wrong with one another. How he brought out the best in her. That was wrong though of course. He thought he was bringing out the best in her, yet she was still manipulating people and ruining their lives for her own sick enjoyment. He couldn't live with that. That was why he had broken it off, even though it killed him to do so. He felt so crushed, so broken, except when he was with Kayleigh. Not because she replaced Dio, not at all. Kayleigh and Dio were nothing alike. Dio and Tristain had been lovers. (Well, they hadn't actually made love, but that wasn't the point.) Kayleigh and Tristain were friends. Friends that could be something more. A friendship that could turn into a relationship that would make him happy for the rest of his life if he would let it.
He wanted to give it a shot. He had finally come to the decision. He knew there was a very good chance that it wouldn't work. That was always what had stopped him from coming anywhere near a relationship before. With Dio it had felt like he almost had no choice in the matter. He had to be with her, neither one of them had any say. With Kayleigh he had a choice. He could walk away now and pretend nothing had ever happened. They'd probably keep their friendship still. Though he imagined the flirting would be toned down. There was very much the possibility of getting hurt, or worse, hurting someone. Now that he knew what that hurt felt like, worse than he had ever imagined, it should have made him more resistant. He didn't care though. Well he did, but he wanted Kayleigh more. He wanted a chance at happiness with her. He'd have to be honest with her of course. Explain that he didn't think he was over Dio, but she wasn't rebound. He wanted to give them a chance. Even if it didn't work, they wouldn't spend their whole lives thinking 'What if?' She wasn't just the most convenient girl to kiss. (Really she wasn't, he could have found someone who just wanted a good snog, or more than that, rather easily.) If she'd still have him, despite everything, he wanted to give them a chance.
He had been laying on the Quidditch field as he thought this. He had been laying there for hours thinking about everything she had said, and thinking about how he felt. He had reached his decision, but it was still very early in the morning. No person would be awake yet. Except for the crazy super early morning people, and there were probably only a small handful of them in the castle. If he waited for her outside the Gryffindor common room, it would he hours before she woke up, dressed, and went down for breakfast. He didn't have the patience for that. He needed to talk to her now. He knew where the Gryffindor tower was from the outside of the castle. He picked up his broom and flew up into the air. He'd just go get her now. She could crawl through the window. Right? He flew in the air and circled the Gryffindor tower peaking through the windows until he finally found the sixth year girls' dorm. Good, she was close to the window. Perhaps he wouldn't wake one of the others up. He tapped on the window as his broom hovered in midair holding him up. He really hoped she'd wake up.
Right now every bone in my body is telling me to be with you. My heart says to be with you. Her words had been ringing through his head all night. This wasn't the first all nighter he had pulled, and the lack of sleep didn't bother him. He had too much adrenaline from the flying and the kissing. Mostly because of the kissing. He hadn't properly slept in the past week. Not since before the night they almost... well he didn't want to think about that. He wanted to think about Kayleigh, and what she had said. Thinking about Kay and thinking about Dio had to be hand in hand tonight though. Kissing Kayleigh had been... well it had been perfect. Being with Kayleigh made him happier than any other person, except perhaps Allison. It wasn't like being with Dio though. When he was with Dio he felt almost like he was hypnotized. Like he had to have her to survive. That was all part of her spell though. Part of her game. She was manipulative and he hated that. It couldn't change the way he felt though. She had drug him in. She had made him care, and there was nothing he could do to change that now. He still cared about Dio far too much. Far more then he should.
What about Kayleigh though? He cared about her too. He cared about her a lot. She was one of his best friends, and he could count his best friends on two fingers. Their friendship meant so much to him. She had accepted him for who he truly was from the beginning. She was smart, beautiful, funny, and caring. She wasn't like other girls. She wasn't obsessed with having a boyfriend, the latest fashions, or how she looked. She just wanted to play Quidditch and have fun. She was everything that Tristain could possibly want in a girl. If someone were to make the ideal girl for Tristain, Kayleigh would be that girl. If it hadn't been for Dio their friendship probably would have stopped being platonic ages ago. Perhaps he could understand some of Dio's jealousy now. Sure, they had never been romantic before, but they flirted a lot and personal space had become practically non-existent. Being with Kayleigh felt so natural... so right. He didn't want to hurt her though. Her saying she wanted to be with him weren't the only words running through his head. I’m not going to be your rebound. He didn't want her to be either. She wasn't, it didn't feel like rebound. The only time he felt whole anymore was with Kayleigh. He looked forward to every moment he spent with her. He didn't feel like he'd never really be happy in his life when he was with her. It felt so natural. It just felt right. He wanted to give this a try, and it had nothing to do with Dio. It was about how he felt about Kayleigh.
He was sure of this. Yet, he knew that he wasn't over Dio. She was still in his head. He still couldn't help remembering the feeling of her lips on his. Her lips on his skin, his lips on her skin. The way he felt like he was the only one who truly knew her. How they understood each other, and they accepted what was wrong with one another. How he brought out the best in her. That was wrong though of course. He thought he was bringing out the best in her, yet she was still manipulating people and ruining their lives for her own sick enjoyment. He couldn't live with that. That was why he had broken it off, even though it killed him to do so. He felt so crushed, so broken, except when he was with Kayleigh. Not because she replaced Dio, not at all. Kayleigh and Dio were nothing alike. Dio and Tristain had been lovers. (Well, they hadn't actually made love, but that wasn't the point.) Kayleigh and Tristain were friends. Friends that could be something more. A friendship that could turn into a relationship that would make him happy for the rest of his life if he would let it.
He wanted to give it a shot. He had finally come to the decision. He knew there was a very good chance that it wouldn't work. That was always what had stopped him from coming anywhere near a relationship before. With Dio it had felt like he almost had no choice in the matter. He had to be with her, neither one of them had any say. With Kayleigh he had a choice. He could walk away now and pretend nothing had ever happened. They'd probably keep their friendship still. Though he imagined the flirting would be toned down. There was very much the possibility of getting hurt, or worse, hurting someone. Now that he knew what that hurt felt like, worse than he had ever imagined, it should have made him more resistant. He didn't care though. Well he did, but he wanted Kayleigh more. He wanted a chance at happiness with her. He'd have to be honest with her of course. Explain that he didn't think he was over Dio, but she wasn't rebound. He wanted to give them a chance. Even if it didn't work, they wouldn't spend their whole lives thinking 'What if?' She wasn't just the most convenient girl to kiss. (Really she wasn't, he could have found someone who just wanted a good snog, or more than that, rather easily.) If she'd still have him, despite everything, he wanted to give them a chance.
He had been laying on the Quidditch field as he thought this. He had been laying there for hours thinking about everything she had said, and thinking about how he felt. He had reached his decision, but it was still very early in the morning. No person would be awake yet. Except for the crazy super early morning people, and there were probably only a small handful of them in the castle. If he waited for her outside the Gryffindor common room, it would he hours before she woke up, dressed, and went down for breakfast. He didn't have the patience for that. He needed to talk to her now. He knew where the Gryffindor tower was from the outside of the castle. He picked up his broom and flew up into the air. He'd just go get her now. She could crawl through the window. Right? He flew in the air and circled the Gryffindor tower peaking through the windows until he finally found the sixth year girls' dorm. Good, she was close to the window. Perhaps he wouldn't wake one of the others up. He tapped on the window as his broom hovered in midair holding him up. He really hoped she'd wake up.
