Name: Tristan Night-And-Day
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Alliance: Exorcist
Rank: Exorcist
Family: Parents currently living on their normal lives in Stroke-on-Trent, sister studying law in Oxford.
Crushes: Currently none
Innocence: Repentance
Personality: Tristan is throughoutly and utterly believing in the church, and foremost the holy trinity. This is something that is very fundamental to his character. He lives his life by the ten commandments, tries to show up in church every sunday, pray a couple of times per day, and confesses his sins when he has failed to be the best man that he can. Overall he can be easy to get a long with, and if you are nice to him, he'll go along nicely. He is however not an easygoing person, and he has a tendency to get riled up over things, such as food (his favorite hobby). He sees Akuma and Noah as devilspawn, which must of course be cleansed from the surface of the earth.
He is a man who doesn't believe in drugs and alchohol, and he is also the kind of man who saves his virginity for marriage. He is also not a militant christian, which makes him highly unlikely to try to force his beliefs on someone. Although he really likes deep discussions regarding the matter.
Likes: Good honest people and going to bed after a nice fulfilling day.
Dislikes: Vane people
History: Tristan was born in a strictly catholic home, and was raised the way any believing parents would raise their child. With Christ ever prescent. He was an outspoken and curious child who found it very odd that his beliefs weren't shared by everyone. In school he was regarded as pretty much a normal kid in the class, he wasn't one to get himself into trouble, and he wasn't extravagant enough to stand out as the class joker or something like that. During his younger days he was often outside and drawing pictures of trees and things like that, because he thinks that nature in itself is very pretty. The family had an old artifact (a necklace) which was rumored to have special powers if used by the right person, and Tristan was the next person to try and see if he could unlock its Powers. It reacted with Tristan when he first laid his hands upon it. Together with his parents he decided by the age of 16 that he would be better off by developing his abilities and his faith in a better environment. This was the black order, and Tristan managed to gain a basic grasp about his abilities there. It was also here that he faced his first akuma, and it appalled him to his soul that such creatures even existed. He now also found his purpose in life, to live long, train, and become as strong as he can possibly be to help rid the world of these spawn of satan.
Height & Weight: 1.76 cm high, 69 kg's
Looks/Picture: http://img84.imageshack.us/my.php?image=christainmh3.jpgThis might need some desription. The pich to the right is him without exorcist uniform, although he has the necklace depicted above him hanging from his neck. The sword, shield, and armour is all a part of his innocence powers, so imagine the armoured version running around with that shield and sword pretty much. Also, namechange...
RP Sample:From One Dream Adventures, an one Piece RP:
"James was lieing with his back on the ground, his body felt as if he had rested for a long time. How long he had been at the place he did not know, all he was certain of was just about nothing. His eyes were closed and he did not hear a thing, the only sensation he felt was a chilly evening breeze on the exposed areas of his skin.
He opened his eyes to see himself lieing in a courtyard in some sort of abandoned outpost, weapons scattered on the ground. The thick stone walls were looking as if they were about to break down any minute. The fort was a quite big one, maybe an important place in some ancient war? Well maybe not that ancient. The stuff scattered around seemed to be useable, albeit a bit damaged.
What's this brave new world? How did I come here? Where's my hammer? Were all questions that was railing through the head of the Juggernaught of East Blue. The first two questions were left unanswered, but the third question was easy, the famed weapon of the famed man was beside him. James smiled a relaxed smile, it felt comforting to see something he could connect to. He rose himself to his feet, and he felt good with the hammer in his hands. The nap had been a good one, and his body was at its prime.
If you did not count the hand that was.
One thing was disturbing though. The long nap had left him with a need of a meal, a DESPERATE need of a meal. He was as hungry as seven angels, he wasn't afraid to shoot strangers today, no he would not run for the hills. Insted he would pick up the chase and get some grub. He leant his hammer on his right shoulder, and went off to look for some sort of place where there would be food.
"Don't worry pal, this place isn't that scary, I'll just eat, and we'll leave."
Little did he know that his prescence had already been recognised by a beast in the shadows, an invisible foe of great power.
Power too great perhaps? We will see as the hunter becomes the hunted - up next!"
