Post by Tristan Hardy on Sept 16, 2013 3:06:22 GMT -7
Tristan Hardy
Tristan Uriel Hardy Twenty-four Noble Tris Courage Gabumon, Labramon, BlackGabumon FACE CLAIM: Zack Fair ANIMANGA: Final Fantasy VII GENDER: Male HEIGHT: Six feet, seven inches. WEIGHT: One-hundred-ninety-seven pounds. APPEARANCE As a kid, Tristan was all gangly limbs, legs and arms everywhere while his body tried to fill out to catch up with his growth spurt; thankfully, he's managed to put on more than his fair share of muscle and fat to bulk himself out into a bit more of an intimidating factor. And intimidating he is, weighing one-hundred-ninety-seven pounds and standing at six foot seven inches, he often involves himself in the affairs of juvenile delinquents, if only for the scare factor. In reality, however, he's a large softie, more of a teddy bear than a grumpy grizzly, and it's not too uncommon for him to take a kid under his wing. He's pretty pale, though there's a good level of sun-kissed to his skin, and his eyes are a deep stormy blue, the color of a sky darkened by a rainstorm or a midnight sky. As far as his hair goes, he has shaggy black hair, a little like a mane in that it will stick out in spikes, and often times his exact style will change depending on how it is after he rolls out of bed. Often there's more than a few that fall into his face around his eyes, while the rest of it is long enough to brush against his shoulders when straightened out. Not a whole lot of it is, though, hence the rather wild look. Not that he minds though, he finds it rather refreshing, and hey, why bother to spend a whole lot of time on his hair when it'll only get messed up again anyway. When Tristan is outside of his police uniform, he has a certain type of style to him that's immediately recognizable - and has earned him more than a few good-natured teasing sessions from his fellow officers - as his own. He will wear a deep blue turtleneck shirt, sleeveless, and he'll accent it with a pair of light silver metal or brown leather shoulder guards held in place with a pair of suspenders and a matching belt. Underneath that, he'll often wear a pair of baggy black pants, usually with extremely roomy pockets to store things in and a place for him to conceal his service weapon. He also carries a small handgun in one of his black zip-up boots, footwear that's extremely comfortable from use and able to handle whatever abuse he might throw its way. He's also never without a pair of black leather gloves, just in case he doesn't have enough time to run back to get a pair of proper gloves before he has to run to a crime scene, though that's not the only reason he keeps them in a pocket. He likes the way they fit on him, they're a comfortable alternative to bulky gloves in cold weather, so why shouldn't he use them? Tristan has a twin pair of scars on his left side of his face that form a small 'x' on his cheek a little bit above the jawline. He obtained it in a knife fight when he was a rookie, along with a few lines along his fingertips, and while it did teach him to be a little more careful when he fights, he also thinks it could serve as a repellent for romantic interest because it's such an obvious scar, so he leaves it obvious, and besides, he's not ashamed of it. He got it protecting his best friend and partner, so he's never going to look upon it as something distasteful. It's a sign of his faith, and he's not going to hide it when it shows how dedicated he is. LIKES
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HISTORY Tristan was born a single child to a small family in the southern United States, his mother a vet and his father a firefighter. As such, he was able to quickly learn about the dark side of the world and how to rescue people. His father would put out fires and save people, while his mother would take care of the animals that would face the harshness of people. He grew up all gangly and uncoordinated, but he was true to himself, and it wasn't hard to make friends, what with his sunny personality. He was easy to relate to, and when he was in high school, he thought nothing of entering a law and justice program. He wanted to be a cop, and after four years of hard work and more than a few setbacks and offers of discouragement from his peers and from the adults in his life, he hadn't shied from that goal. He took his college classes online so that he could get his degree, just like his parents had told him, and it was while he was working as an intern for the local 911 dispatch that he met his partner. The pair had the same shift, and after Tristan's first call where someone died on him, the other man offered comfort in a way that immediately kindled a friendship between the two long after the shift had ended. As time passed, he soon found out that his friend also harbored dreams of being a cop. Finally, when the two of them had enough money, they enrolled themselves in the police academy, their first step towards being officers of the law. While there, they were often paired up for tasks in the academy as cadets, mostly since they smoothed out each others' issues, and when they would get off work, they were still just as comfortable sprawling out on each other as they were on the job while saving lives and protecting each other. The two may not graduated at the top of their class, but they were more than competent to come out of the academy in one piece. Soon after their graduation, however, both males received a once-in-a-lifetime type of offer: the police force in Hiroshima, where some relative of his friend had a fairly prominent position and thus could arrange for them to be taken on rather quickly. Despite the offer and the starting salary, however, the American was reluctant to just abandon his parents, but with their insistence, he ended up agreeing in spite of the reservations and relocated to the city. After a few years of working together on and off and with senior officers, the pair were quite competent cops, but during that time, a single event almost caused Tristan to give it all up and move back home again. An arsonist who Tristan's father had gathered evidence on thought that eliminating the firefighter would solve his problems, and the panic that seized the man when he found out was nearly motive enough to pick his things up and go back to the United States to try to ensure that he would never lose anyone that he loved. That was a year ago, and although the man has kept his small apartment where he will occasionally take in stray animals to feed, things have shifted. He has distanced himself from his partner when he realized that he had a deep connection to the other, trying to avoid falling into the pitfall of losing someone he cares about, especially since life as a cop is so dangerous. In a way, it was terrifying to him how accurate that prediction was. Within a month of making that revelation, his partner was gunned down in a firefight with an armed suspect on one of the days that Tristan was off, home sick with the flu. Tristan was a pallbearer at the funeral, but in a way, the whole thing just... never seemed to be entirely real. It seemed more like a dream that he could wake up from and see the other smiling down at him and telling him to get out of bed so that they could get to work. It's been six months since that rainy day, and things still don't entirely seem real. He'll look up, still expecting his partner to waltz through that door, and when it's only his partner - and that's the odd thing too, the Digimon appeared to him shortly after the wake, and while it's an awkward way to meet someone, the man's heart is too large to be able to hold the bad timing against the digital creature - something in him still shrinks back. But that's okay. He'll get over it and move on. That's what a police officer does, get past the pain in order to move on. He took an oath to serve and protect, and that's what he'll do for as long as he bears that badge. MEMBER NAME: Kuroya AGE: I need to stop OTHER CHARACTERS: Hailey Pershing. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE No really. I need to stop. |
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