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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 6:30 am
(Note: The Grim aka the black dog, or even the dog of darkness in some cultures, has many different stories behind it, all pretty much similar at their core so I took my two favorite versions and used them with bits and pieces of the others.)Sometimes he is called the dog of darkness, and others he is the Grim, perhaps some just know him as the black dog or even the shuck or hellhound. His shining eyes mean death and his rippling black fur is a void of eternity and what is beyond. He is my concept. He is my past, and he is my future.
Also! This concept is currently somewhere between prepared for the LC contest and also just in general. I've added things if by some miracle he'd be chosen as a 2nd gen. Fa'e. However, his backstory is dependent on him being part of the LC contest. It can be editted for the first half to be right and then just finding him would be the start if he was a 2nd gen. Fa'e.
LOOK HE GOT STAMPED!!!!! SHINY STAMP FOR TEH WIN! Thank you Arrien!!!
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 6:32 am
|I. Welcome|
|II. Directory|
|III. Updates|
|IV. The World: Crimean|
|V. Backstory|
|VI. The Concept|
|VII. The Myth|
|IIX. Powers / Weaknesses|
|IX. The Guardian|
|X. Artwork|
|XI. Credits|
|XII. Reserved|
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 6:38 am
December 9th 2006 - Finally deciding on the concept (after two mishaps) I'm filling out the thread and getting ready for the Lost Children contest. *rubs hands together* Wish me luck? heart December 29th 2006 - I actually finished a few days ago but a few key points were brought up about sections I myself doubted. So I'm fixing it and then I'll edit my post in the RnS section to ask for an Approval Stamp. ^^;December 30th 2006 - Tristan finally got stamped but Chibi Sheepcat still brings up the kinks and flaws and they still need to be fixed and they will be. ^^ They will be fixed until Tristan is flawless in design. >3 Or as flawless as anything can be in an imperfect world ruled by imperfect people. XD
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:06 am
The people are of all colors and all types. Tall or short, round or thing, black or white. Hair color ranges across the rainbow and eye color as well. The variation is so large that the clothing styles seem almost plain in comparison. The clothing can best be described as combinations of gothic, raver and laidback. Net shirts, glow sticks, collars, boots, sweatshirts, pleated skirts, hair ties and bows, glasses and earrings. All of them normal everyday wear.
Food is a slightly different matter. The fish in the oceans (which are more like giant lakes) are small and large and usually have many eyes, tough outer shells and many legs. However, they're very good for the people of Crimean who don't have any other meat in their diets save for the meat on bird-like creatures that roam around on the meadow banks of the oceans. There are all sorts of fruits which grow out of the ground and even in laboratories. The most common is a soft purple triangular fruit that has a thick sticky liquid in it along with a sour-ish edible core.
There are four main cities: Corasia in the north, Zovalu in the south, Intevari in the west and Digarot in the east. Corasia is a gorgeous city whose buildings are all made of a bluish purple flexible metallic material and it specializes in it's clothing export and fishing ports. It is infamous for it's many slums and criminal activity however. Zovalu is but a rundown city made of a bronze colored material and although slightly smaller then Corasia it has no criminal history and is a very aristocratic metropolis. Intevari is made of a white and shiny material that is nearly see-through. This town is highly regarded for it's medical and scientific research as well as food processing. It's about the size of Corasia and is bigger then Digarot. Digarot is made of a forest green material and although smaller then Intevari, it's bigger then Zovalu and has enormously tall buildings. It's pretty much the gaming capital of the world and although it has a low criminal rate, this is because everyone who is not an athlete in this town is most likely a drug addict. The one and only addicting drug on Crimean is called Fafaly.
Fafaly is made from the leaves of the most common purple fruit (called Xorp) and is combined with the acid of the Purpoi Ghoti fish caught in the bay off a small town east of Intevari (the town is called Tessane). The side affects of Fafaly are hallucinations, fever pitch illnesses, vomiting, weight loss, and a drunken feeling. However, the euphoric feeling one gets for the next day after smoking (since it's a smoking drug) a Fafaly joint is sometimes said to be worth it, especially because the side affects only have a 60% chance of happening, any of them. The long term affects of the drug include early death, loss of sight and inability to breath properly.
There are also all sorts of alcohol in Crimean, but none of them really have side affects except the usual kind and all of them are rather addicting save for the Xorp ale, which is pretty nasty but good for clearing one's head.
All in all, it's not a bad place to live... if you know what you're doing...
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:09 am
Times had always been rough however, for a one Alsace Lorraine Hughes. She had grown up in a world stricken with drugs, poverty and illness. She, unlike some others, had no escape. The world's evil vines had rooted her to this place where she would forever flutter flightless wings. Often times she'd look up at the sky and ask herself if tomorrow was really going to better. Chances were that it wasn't. Corasia may have been rich in trade but it was poor in its citizens. Most were druggies, at least, the unrespectable lower classmen were.
Only two classes existed: merchants and peasants. Merchants ran the highly renowned trades, while the peasants got by on scrap alone. However, that's beside the point. The point is that dear little Alsace was of the peasant society. She had naught to look forward to in her life and had oft thought of suicide; however, one thing bound her more to this world then anything else: her dying parents.
They had contracted the disease a while ago, and were not getting better. Soon they could not even open their eyes, nor could they speak, nor move. With every passing day the child's world seemed to pull her deeper and deeper into Hell and she knew not how to climb out. Soon after, she was forced to face the terrible fact that they were dead... and that she was not. For some absurd reason something or someone had made sure she would live. She gave no signs of illness and the only weakness in her was her malnourished diet and pale features.
She wasted her days wandering the streets and looking for a way to make something of herself. At this time she was but a tender age of thirteen with a pout to her face and a shine to her eyes. Time gradually passed and she grew older. The pout vanished and the shine brightened to that of fiery determination. Alsace was certainly not an ugly girl! In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was beautiful. Some might call her a prize, or think of her as an item. Although the torn clothes she wore did nothing for her beauty, many men could see through the soot and dirt upon her face.
Only one man dared to do anything about it. Alsace was quite intelligent in fact, even without much schooling or much of anything really. She taught herself everything she needed to know (except she couldn't read very well still) and at the time of her eighteenth birthday she was surely looking for some work or a way out of the city to support herself. Such an opportunity came in the form of a merchant gentleman by the name of Fiore Rosso.
He was highly respectable, tall and handsome and had quite a good standing in the world. He was one of those guys you'd see walking down the street in expensive attire whistling his way past slums and druggies. He also was known for two particular things: his charity, and being a pervert. The latter was not-so-widely known, but there were slight rumors of it. Some said that he donated to the poor for his image; some said it was to hide his sins from a higher being and some said he was just plain nice (though not many were in favor of this opinion).
Moving right along, Fiore Rosso was humbly walking down a street in Corasia and happened to bump into Alsace. The first look upon his thin face was surprise and then a smile, (he didn't even wipe the dust from his suit first) "I'm so sorry. I hope you're quite alright then?"
"Oh... oh yes yes, I'm fine." She said a bit timidly as she looked up at the other man who was certainly taller then she.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing on the streets hm?" He said kindly.
Alsace was rather taken aback. She'd never been called pretty, nor had she ever been treated kindly by a merchant. Much less given the time of day! She couldn't find the words to answer him. What could she say anyway? 'Oh I live on them.' It sounded to disgusting.
"Oh, I apologize. I should've known better. Do forgive me rudeness. Here, in exchange for my rude manners do let me buy you dinner?"
Needless to say his charming smile and warm gestures enraptured Alsace, and she was gone. Ignoring the dirt upon his clothes, he hooked arms with the adolescent girl and began walking again. "It would be even worse of me to suggest I take you out like that, so if it's alright we can stop by my place and you can clean up. I'm sure I can find something nice for you to wear."
"I... don't know..." Finally she found her words and was rather unhappy with the whole situation. It wasn't that she wasn't shocked, it was just... she was unsure of where to place her trust. However, her life couldn't get any worse perhaps so let it get better. "I... suppose it'll be okay... just... just this once."
But that once turned into many times soon after and for two years it went on. One thing Alsace quickly learned though was the second rumor was entirely true. Give him what he wanted and she got nearly everything she'd ever wanted in her entire life. All seemed to be perfect, for although he was sometimes hard to please he was never cruel. On her twentieth birthday he even went so far as to ask for her hand in marriage.
She accepted without much thought for she couldn't even imagine what it would be like to go back to her old life. Perhaps she did love him, perhaps. The truth would never be known for these days she spoke very little, smiled a lot and was the epitome of a house wife. Save for all the servants running around his apartment, she was still kept quite busy. Though, not busy enough and she voiced her request for a child.
It was denied. Utterly denied. He was persuasive and suave in his mannerisms of outright and flatly squashing her request. Since she'd come to live with him that had been the only request he'd ever denied. She was not used to such a thing but she accepted it dimly. This was the reason she kept her maiden name when they'd married. If Alsace was to do something she was going to do it smartly. Such kindness like this could only last forever and if for some reason she had to leave one day her name would hold no attachment to the past she was running from.
Later that day, with the need for fresh air creeping across her now-clean skin, she went walking amongst the slums. Many people there recognized her and praised her for making her way to the top like she had. She gave them sad smiles and coins and told them tales of what it was like. She was not old quite yet -- for being twenty was still young in the eyes of these people -- and so her stories were told with childish wonder to make the other's eyes turn bright and for the children to laugh and giggle. She also told them that one day she hoped they could see it too.
That was when a vile sound reached her ears. A sound she had often heard when she was younger and had often yearned to quiet. It was a sound she longed to hear and knew she would not again ... yet here it was... calling her. Calling her on. It was the sound of a child crying. Such a small child, a baby perhaps... left alone, all alone.
Footsteps brought her to an alleyway where the sound called out painfully. Dying and wailing screeches as if the poor thing had been crying for hours with no response. Tears streaked its ghost white face and two black dog ears were pressed tight against the baby's head. A fang jut from it's tiny mouth and it's hands were clenched tight, near bleeding for some unseen reason.
The woman had no words; simply she scooped the thing into her arms instantly. "Ssh," she crooned, "Ssh. It'll be okay, I'll care for you..." It was an odd child, there was to be no doubts about it, but it soon stopped its tears and blinked up at Alsace.
Reaching out a gentle and smooth tanned hand to wipe away the tears, the child bit her. She recoiled quickly but looked to see it left only a small mark. For some reason she could not explain, she was given this child... and for some reason she did not understand, she felt as though this was what her life was spared for. This one small tiny breathing thing had been waiting for her just as she had for it.
Or him. Or Tristan. Or Tristan Sullivan Hughes, as he'd soon come to be called. It wasn't easy to persuade Rosso to let him stay, nor was it easy to raise the child for he wanted nothing to do with the child. He often said that if that child cried once and woke him up, it was to be put out. It was hard for Alsace to believe the man she'd met so long ago could be so cruel now to a small child. But facts were facts and so she would often sleep separately from him so as to keep Tristan quiet at night.
Poor young Tristan would not take being left alone as an answer. He demanded full and total attention all the time. It was hard for Alsace to deal with him but for fear of upsetting Fiore she always gave into his needs. One might say he wasd spoiled by this treatment and others might say he was simply being set up for an odd lifestyle.
As he grew older, it was obvious what he was being set up for: pain. The treatment his mother gave him meant harsh punishments. Often times the small child would speak to himself for lack of much else to do but he always feared punishment and was extremely obedient. Time goes on and as most kids do they gain silly childish dreams of what they want to do someday.
The thing Tristan wanted to do more then anything was to make other people happy. He didn't know how he'd do it, or who the people he wanted to make happy were, but he knew that was what he wanted. Sometimes though he thought it was impossible because he was blind and he was scared. He was scared of punishment and of the empathy he possessed that he could not explain.
There was so much to scare him and as he progressed even more he knew that he couldn't do it. He couldn't face the world because it would reject him. His empathy and sightlessness made him a loner but even worse then that was a feeling he got. It was worse then his empathy which was caused by his heightened sense of death and disaster. It was the need to bring people bad news. It was the ever looming desire to make people unhappy. To smile at them eerily and say something horrible.
It was like a living thing inside his mind and he knew not how to control it. He knew not how to explain it. It wanted to spread its havoc and chaos to every corner of the world and reign once more as a sign of dread and darkness. It overwhelmed him wholly and there was only one thing Tristan found that could supress it: drugs.
So quickly did the dog child find that drugs cleared away the pain and left his mind vivid with colors he could no explain. The hallucinations were worth the terrible side effects he suffered. Everything seemed to subside as his addiction got worse and worse until it was all he could do to hide it from his mother. His 'father' had never cared about him, so the hate was returned. But Alsace... she was his whole world and this would break her.
He shut himself away. Terrified of himself, of the world's opinion, of punishment, and of his mother. Hating himself and unable to find happiness in much aside from the drug. There was something though. One desperate dire thing that Tristan clung to. It was his sanity. When things got bad inside his head he would often turn to music. Putting headphones on and drowning out the world.
It was true happiness. Slowly the music made the drug problem better and better. He took less and less and found himself outside. He would not speak to other people for he was still terrified, but music gave him the courage to be there. To be on his on. It didn't take long though for Rosso to get fed up... and in just a month Tristan and Alsace were kicked to the street and forced to make their own living.
Alsace did it happily. She took her boy and went far away from him and found happiness as a storekeeper. However, as a single mother she soon began to realize her son's internal conflicts and when she found out about his drug habit... well things weren't pleasant. There was a lot of tension and a lot of arguing and it brought Tristan to the edge. He began to drive himself into a hole and the music stopped working.
Caught between the borders of happiness and despair Tristan is looking for his way out... and who knows when where or how he'll find it.
...**---**...
Tristan has grown a lot on Crimean, or so it appears. He looks to have the apperance of a human of 16 or so and he's about to discover what he really is and be taken away from a life on a world he'd always called home. On top of all this, he's going to drag Alsace along... welcome to the insanity, enjoy your stay.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:20 am
 The Death Upon this gloomy night the fearful black apparition looked upon the foaming waves that did not reach the ghostly mist of his black paws. Red eyes gleamed up at the sky as it began to crackle with thunder and the world's doom seemed inevitable. With a gliding motion the dog of darkness took leave of the sea coast and headed inland to a split in the roads. It was so dark this night that even the carriages on the dirt roads had a dreadfully frightful time navigating, and the horses were all atwitter with anxiety.
As they should be. It didn't take much of a gliding effort before he glared up at the people in the carriage and vanished with a smiling malicious grin locked upon his maw. It was routine and his job. Often times he'd been called a sign of death and a bad luck omen of the most malevolent sort. The apparition knew these things and relished in them. Relished in the fact that people feared him because fear meant power.
Through the thunder storm and the lashing waves on the beach, a fog began to descend and it covered the whole world. Electricity sparkled everywhere in the dog's red eyes and under his mysteriously misty feet. Making his way to a nearby coast town with frightening speed, he soon located his next target. An old man, wandering out a brightly lit and warm home. Something raised the glossy mangled fur upon his back and he knew that was his next victim. The one who needed to see him as his death note. Or perhaps not. Perhaps just a little scare to tell the man what was to come.
It wasn't as if the grim dog had anything else in mind. He went by pure instinct. The only sort a phantom like himself could have: instinctive orders already ingrained into his gaseous non-solid body. Red eyes gleamed up at the man and he blinked back. His mouth went wide and his eyes as big as the saucer ones of the dog. A moment later he was on the floor, fainted from shock.
The dog was nowhere to be found. The routines continued on for a few years more until one strange night he happened to encounter a child. His shrouding presence and vicious raised hackles should've been enough to send her screaming. But as the beast faded from view the girl simply smiled and went on her way. That was the first time he doubted himself.
No longer could he partake in the simple joys of being a symbol of dark death. No longer could he keep this facade up. This time as he faded he knew it was from a loss of power. His form would never shimmer as brightly anymore. Tomorrow! Tomorrow he thought would be better. But it was not. Each day the apparition was slowly loosing his recognition, slowly loosing his purpose and with that... his power.
All that he had left was his eyes. The glowing red eyes and a shimmer of dark mist. It was then he decided it could no longer go on. He did not wish it to end, did not wish the world to have him for their death omen any longer. Perhaps someday they could remember him in story tales or even imagine sightings of him, but now he was finished. It was time to be his own death omen.
For the first time since his creation, the dog blinked. His red eyes flickered with a gust of sharp wind and then he kept them closed. In a hoarse nearly barked voice he called out to his maker to let his form leave the world and then he thought better of it. He thought that he wanted to see what the world became and he wanted to be something useful. To someone. Somewhere.
Eyes shot open to see a shimmering rainbow-ish child before him. "I want... to live." He croaked, as if he didn't really know how to use words. And then again, he did not. It was his thoughts that spoke for him, and his invisible soul that called out. "Anything you want I'll give. My eyes. The last of who I am now... take them... take them please..."
One of the scariest beasts to roam the world was begging for his life in exchange for the only power he had left. And as he left the world he was made in, and lost all sight of that place, he knew that someday he would see it again... or another world... and someday he could perhaps repent for the damage he had done.
With sight lost, reason gone, and rebirth a promise, the black dog let himself fade away into the crackling mist. And just as he did so... it began to rain.
Nickname : N/A
Gender : Male
Sexual Preference : Currently Tristan shows no hint of liking either gender.
Stages :
Baby :-: As a baby he already looks different from normal. It's quite obvious with his huge pointed fuzzy black ears and huge fuzzy black tail that resembles that of a Tibetan Mastiff. Along with these prominant appendages his skin is a rotted ghostly white color. This is not to say it's actually rotting (key point), simply it is white flesh that is the color (or has tints of the color) of rotted and decaying skin. His eyes could possibly be one of the weirdest things about him. Sometimes people born blind have no color pigmentation to their eyes or they have a sort of white filmy look about them. Otherwise, their eyes are colored but they simply cannot see. However, Tristan's eyes look like they were once a very very sharp blood red and are now dulled with the white film of sightlessness.
Toddler :-: The dog-boy has now grown up just a bit and the black hair he was given is already showing signs of being a messy mop of darkness. It curves about his face sort of, as if to frame it and make it obvious that he's blind or as if to make all his emotions known to the world (especially with the jet black of his hair against the contrasting white skin). The ears and tail are still in place and seemingly look like they're predicting what will become of the dear boy's hair. It's shaggy and both of the appendages look far too big for him, as if they're a burden he'll be forced to carry. Also at this stage he begins to wear clothes (yay for a guardian forcing clothes upon the small child!). These include sweaters that he can usually get lost in as well as ... maybe pants... somewhere underneath the sea of sweatery goodness. Maybe.
Kid :-: Now with walking and talking ability, Tristan has a full head of messy hair and those dog-like features are becoming the right size for him, however they're still rather large and ominous. Since Tristan doesn't tan, no matter how much Alsace tells him to play in the sun, his skin is as white as ever. He's still blind and his eyes haven't changed their dull red color but his clothing has. In fact, someone finally saw it fit to try to dress him into something that fit for once in his short life. He now is donning some sort of t-shirt and a hooded jacket (hooded because he likes to cover his ears with it) as well as some pants that Alsace decided she liked and put on him. They're pretty normal looking but they aren't jeans.
Teen :-: Finally! Finally his ears and tail seem the right size and his hair has proven to be a messy mop of jet black darkness. However, he no longer tries to hide his ears or anything else and has even pierced a few earrings upon his right ear. He tends to wear semi outgoing outfits because it fits his personality. At this stage Alsace gives him a present: a necklace resembling a dog collar with the tag reading: TSH. He likes to wear fishnet shirts and a big cargo-ish jacket with fuzzy edges as well as some loose jeans. Pretty normal clothing which he changes depending on the day and his overall mood (of course, because that's how teens are), however despite all this he is never seen without a cigarette in his hand, nor is he seen without headphones blasting around his neck (because obviously they don't fit around his ears).
Youth :-: As Tristan matures and the need to be left alone but not ridiculed fades he tends to wear more artsy clothing, due to his newly found love for art of all kinds. The earrings are removed from his ear, but the collar is not removed and the headphones continue to reside in their place about the crook of his neck. He probably walks around a lot in a puffy graying shirt spattered with paint as well as slacks also covered in paint. Most likely, because he's blind, some paint has gotten into his hair without his notice. Whoops. From this point on it seems that his ears are just part of him and not forcing him to be something. He's combed down the mess that his shaggy hair was and he tends to tie it back these days so it doesn't get in his way while attempting to paint.
Adult :-: From shy child to punk-like teen to artsy youth, Tristan is now a full-fledged adult. His ears are a completely accepted part about him, just like his tail. He still wears his dog collar necklace because of what it means to him and perhaps he's accumulated some other knick-knacks he's put on now. However his style hasn't changed too much. He likes to wear colorful things to contrast the black and white of his own features. Maybe he'd wear a hat upon his head, with holes for the ears. He'd probably wear some kind of suit or something. Really it just depends on his artistic creativity. However, he will not wear black at all nor anything semi-dark and his treasured headphones reside on his waist at all times. His hair is always tied back now (because it's pretty long) but somehow his bangs always seem to escape capture into the hair tie. What a statement.
Personality :
(This entire section is based entirely on things that I want to happen. Things that I myself think SHOULD happen, and things that will probably be heavily affected by RP and outside factors. I know I cannot control every aspect of Tristan's life, so I've tried to set up a personality that fits and works for that.
I'd also like to state that Tristan's goal is to be as completely different from the Grim as possible. He wants nothing to do with death, bringing unhappiness, or anything of the sort. The problem he has however, is he's a loner as well as blind with a certain fear running through him constantly. On top of this, he has a rather heavy drug addiction -and depending on how I recieve Tristan will determine the drug- and is not particularly outgoing even though he is quite nice. I've tried to catagorize his progression and feelings and lifestyle by his stages so it's easier for both me and everyone else. Thanks.)
Baby :-: From the time he was born he demanded attention. Full and total attention. This could be because perhaps his past self only sought certain people's attention occasionally. Now, the small baby that he's become seeks it heavily as though relying on it to live. Often crying, Alsace has had a terrible time already and does every thing she possibly can to make him stop. Even if it's yelling at him or giving him all the attention he needs, she does it. She also pities him because he's blind and she tries very hard to keep everything. Nothing much more at this stage because he's just new to the world and cannot do much yet.
Toddler :-: So finally he's a bit older! And he's learned to walk, and talk as well. Both of these things he does immensely. He dislikes being told to sit down or being told to stop walking around (which he does easily by using his other senses to try and distinguish where he is). In fact, he dislikes being punished at all. So from a seemingly spoiled baby to this he's already become quiet and obedient whether he likes it or not. He's found that, if he gets yelled at bad things happen. His speech however is flawed, like any young child's and so he just babbles to himself mainly in words no one really understands.
Kid :-: Already a kid? Man what a drag. This is where the problems really start for him. He has a childish dream to want to spread happiness to the world but he has some problems. Due to the fact that he was punished a lot at a young age for being too loud and too clingy, he's become a very closed in kid who hates socializing for fear of getting in trouble. On top of that, he's found that if he gets too nervous he can pass out and he's terrified of that happening. Almost as terrified as he is of death. And on top of this, Alsace pities him for being blind which makes him feel weak and fragile and highly self-concious because he cannot see. At this stage he also begins to understand some of the things he couldn't before, such as his heightened senses to disaster and such things as well as the fact that sometimes he fades a bit. Despite all these things, he is a very kind-hearted boy who has yet to mature, unfortunately something already haunts him. It's a pressing need to cause pain in people. It's something the complete opposite of his goals. It's almost like the blackness behind his eyes is trying to crush him to hate and to disobey all he knows. It torments him at this young age and causes him to often try and argue with the thing he thinks is inside his mind. Children's imaginations are always so far-fetched neh?
Teen :-: Soon to know what he was in the past, he becomes even more unhappy with himself as he is. Unable to be outgoing and hurt by the fact that he cannot see the hormonal teenager has taken to drugs as an outlet. Hallucinogens mainly because they make him feel as if he can see color. The one thing he hates the most is the darkness of his mind because it feels like the darkness is controlling him and eating away at him and trying to force him to be cold and cruel. These days, when he does talk it's either a snapping remark or a quiet acknowledgement. He tries to push everyone away because he's too afraid to deal with them. At this stage his empathy gets pretty bad because he better understands the power he has (dubbed 'The Sight'). He is desperately searching for a way to make people happy but only suceeds in making things worse. This stage is a horrible time for him and he goes out a lot, wearing Alsace very thin. Arguments are highly prone in this house and they are usually one sided: Alsace arguing with him and even punishing him. It causes high tension so his nerves are extremely sensitive to the point where he either stays inside all day or he goes out and doesn't come back till who knows when! He usually takes heavy dosages of his drug when he's far from his mother just so she won't find out. His fear of her finding out makes everything worse and he despises himself for being so afraid when all he really wants to do is make the world better. Aside from drugs the only other thing he has is music. He enjoys loosing himself in it, but still this means he's still a loner and is not very confident at much. Sometimes he'll spend hours wandering around outside with his headphones around his neck and the music blaring because its all he has aside from the drug. Things are rough when you're going through puberty.
Youth :-: Finally Alsace seems to awaken to the problems that her son is having and she sends him to something like a youth group center for people with certain problems. This center helps people with drug addictions as well as disorders and since Tristan has both of these it's really a good place for him. They say self-expression could help both his empathy and his drug addiction. If all he wanted was colors in his mind then perhaps painting could give him that same feeling. Maybe he could learn to 'feel' the colors just as that famous deaf musician still made beautiful music. On top of this, painting was a form of self-expression so it was perfect. Quickly, Tristan finds he loves it. He can't really feel the colors yet but he likes trying to express himself in something other then words. Slowly he develops to the point where he can actually paint rather pretty abstract things (sure they look like blobs of color, but they're nice blobs of color). After this discovery he becomes more talktative and social (just slightly) and he's less worried about things. This helps with the 'thing' inside his mind and causes him to drown out the seemingly undying need to cause pain and bring havoc to the world. It's still pretty hard but he gains confidence every day. Music still features prominantly in his life and even if he's not using the headphones, they remain around his neck always on just in case he needs a quick comfort. The people of the youth center say it's fine because they can't really cure his empathy, they can only make it less damaging. It seems he's actually on his way to recovering himself and his goal.
Adult :-: After a long road and with it still extending before him, this the point where Tristan has completely matured and come to terms with his past self, his powers and who he wants to become. Every day he works upon his art and upon making his mother and other people smile (as well as opressing the need to hurt someone). He's become quite friendly and outgoing and it was only reached with hard work and a lot of previous hardships. Whatever lays in store for him he feels he can deal with as long as he can keep himself in check. His music always helps and is always by his side (literally) as well as his love for art to help him. There might still be problems but his drug addiction is fully gone at this point and the colors in his mind is something he hopes to be able to share with people in his art someday (even though he's blind). Honestly, he has no intentions of trying to 'regain his former glory', because it's an evil thing and that would be like admitting his life's goal was stupid and pointless. He'd much rather be human someday. But all in good time for now he sees the time he wasted with self-pity and fear and is doing all he can to make up for it. Nobody is perfect however and so he still has a lot to work on. What does time have in store for our little Grim? Who knows!
Posessions : None at this time. (To go here: headphones, earrings, necklace)
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:21 am
There are many variations of the black dog, as you can see from the last quote and the two links I provided. However, the two variations that I like the most are the Welsh and the Norfolk one, so those are the main basis for my Fa'e Concept. Pretty much Tristan is based on the overall black dog theme, but some of the more specific things are facts about the Gwyllgi and the Shuck.Wikipedia - Welsh Gwyllgi (pr. /'gwɪɬgi/) is a mythical dog from Wales and parts of Great Britain that appears as a frightful apparition of a mastiff with baleful breath and blazing red eyes. It is often referred to as "The Dog of Darkness", "Mauthe Doog", "The Black Hound of Destiny" the apparitions' favorite haunt being lonely roads at night. It is said to resemble a mastiff. The icon of the Gwyllgi is used as an icon of fear in some Welsh poems. Wikipedia - Norfolk For centuries, inhabitants of East Anglia have told tales of a large black hellhound with malevolent flaming eyes (or in some variants of the legend a single eye) that are red or alternatively green. They are described as being 'like saucers'. According to reports, the beast varies in size and stature from that of simply a large dog to being the size of a horse. The legends of the Black Shuck roaming the Anglian countryside date back to the time of the Vikings. His name may derive from the Anglo-Saxon word scucca meaning "demon", or possibly from the local dialect word shucky meaning "shaggy" or "hairy". The legend may have been part of the inspiration for the Sherlock Holmes novel The Hound of the Baskervilles. Sometimes the Black Shuck is referred to as the Doom Dog. It is said that his appearance bodes ill to the beholder, although not always. More often than not, the Black Shuck terrifies his victims out of their wits, but then leaves them alone to continue living normal lives. Many other black dogs exhibit a similar trait. Sometimes the Black Shuck has appeared headless, and at other times he appears to float on a carpet of mist rather than run. According to folklore, the spectre often haunts graveyards, sideroads, crossroads, dark forests and it is told by locals, from the depthe of Beeston Bump, a hill close to Beeston Regis and Sheringham. Wikipedia - Black Dog A black dog is a spectral being found primarily in British folklore. The black dog is essentially a nocturnal spectre, and its appearance was regarded as a portent of death. It is generally supposed to be larger than a physical dog, and often has large, glowing eyes. It is often associated with electrical storms (such as Black Shuck's appearance at Bungay, Suffolk), and also with crossroads, places of execution and ancient pathways. Its Welsh form is confined to the sea-coast parishes, and on the Norfolk coast the creature is supposed to be amphibious, coming out of the sea by night and travelling about the lonely lanes. The origins of the black dog are difficult to discern. It is impossible to acertain whether the phantom originated in the Celtic or Germanic elements in British culture. Throughout European mythology, dogs have been associated with death. Examples of this are the Cŵn Annwn, Garm and Cerberus, all of whom were in some way guardians of the underworld. This association seems to be due to the scavenging habits of dogs. It is possible that the black dog is a survival of these beliefs. Black dogs are almost universally malevolent, although few (like the Barghest) are held to be directly harmful. Most are a portent of death, or are in some way associated with the Devil. Some, however, like the Gurt Dog in Somerset and the Black Dog of West Peak (below) are benevolent. Links These are the two main sites I used and are my most important for references and such. I did use some other sites, but these were the ones that made me look for the others. 1st link here. 2nd link here.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:22 am
Shock - More static electricity then you ever wanted to have. Basically, Shock is based on the part of the black dog legend that associates him with electrical storms. All it really is is his ability to jolt somebody. As he progresses and trains perhaps he could learn to do more then jolt people... he might even advance enough to control small balls of it in the palm of his hand... but that's wistful thinking. ((I am aware that this might not be possible because of a pre-existing Fa'e.))
Fading Mist - Foggier fog for a heftier price! Because the black dog is often said to fade away and he is also said to trail mist about his paws (so that he glides more then he walks), so this power is based on that. Basically not only can this slightly help with his speed (which is already fast because of his senses) but he can vanish from sight. Not all the way though, it's more like his body turns into a misty non-solid form and can float about and such. This power would take a very very long time to develop and will always be nearly impossible for Tristan to ever control.
The Sight - Every single animal knows when a disaster is going to happen before it happens. Since the black dog specializes in death, he will be able to feel someone dying before the person does. This could be considered both a power and a weakness. He will never be able to control it and he may never understand it, but it sort of makes him highly empathetic. This is not to say he can ONLY feel death, it's just death is the more prominant thing of this power. Like animals he will able to know a disaster is/could be coming. It might not be too useful but it is a power/weakness.
Weaknesses
Empathy - Because of 'The Sight', Tristan is highly empathetic. He can have huge breakdowns depending on the death if he doesn't detach his emotions soon after he feels the pang of the near death coming. He doesn't know how to control 'The Sight' or his empathetic state. His little 'tempers' can be spurred on by the sadness of someone (because it wakes up the emotions he hid away) or by an emotion caused by 'The Sight'. He is weak to the point of being nearly immobile afterwards.
Physically and Mentally Weak - Tristan was never strong and never good at dealing with his emotions. He can barely scrape by with carrying heavy things and helping his sister with stuff like that. Also, because of his disorder all he knows how to do is shut his emotions away a lot, which can cause some back up if he stays that way... and the back-up could eventually lead to him being unconcious for a while. With time perhaps he could overcome his physical weakness, but his mental one will be around for as long as it takes to try to understand his 'Sight'.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:23 am
Nickname : Alla
Gender : Female
Age : 37
Description : Alla has hair that's long and straight, about down to her waist these days and her bangs fall into her eyes (she's always pushing them behind her ears). At the end of her hair, in the back, there are curly sausage ringlets. Her hair is an odd color, sort of a mix between crimson and cinnamon brown, so it's like this reddish-brown. Both of her eyes are emerald green and her skin is darker than the rotting ghost white of her little brother. It's actually more of an Indian tan color.
Favorites : Green, Stir-fried Kopi Fish w/ Zanzabar Roots, Animals
Personality : After her long and depressing history she's become a semi-nervous wreck. She's quite caring but is sometimes nervous she can't do anything right. She stays quiet but then it explodes into a yelling and screaming fit usually directed at the one she cares the most about: Tristan. She can't seem to control her own actions during these fits and Tristan usually needs to endure it with a firm grip of emotionlessness which calms her down. She can be very loving and she's not a bad cook either. It's hard for her to live with herself but she tries her best solely for the fact that Tristan needs her. When he stops needing her, no one really knows what could happen.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:23 am
This piece of art that I drew, is yea... a little fuzzy cuz I didn't ink it, but it's the most accurate picture I made of Tristan's face, hair, and earrings. His necklace doesn't actually say 'smexy' I just put it there because I drew this before I had come up with his name. So his initials would actually go on there. 'T.S.H.'
Clothing Reference by Zan-chan
This is the best description I have of his typical clothing. Clothes only, nothing else. He's wearing a jacket that I suppose can best be described as similiar to a large army-ish cargo-ish jacket with fuzzys on the outside collar? It's a very dark maroon color and the fuzzy is gray, there is also a hood on it and a bunch of pockets. He also wears a fishnet shirt beneath it with a tiny crescent moon stuck in the center of it. He has large cargo pants, jean colored and sneakers that are nearly covered by those very same pants.
Headphones by Crafty Vagabond
OMFG! Tristan's headphones! Are they not the epitome of amazeringness? They are! They are! <3
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:25 am
Banner Dog © Wild Spirit Wolf
Websites © Their Creators
Concept Idea © Zan-chan
Alsace/Tristan/Crimean © Zan-chan
Artwork © Respective Artist
Fa'e © Anya! XD
Also, I'd really like to thank Chibi Sheepcat because Chibi has been such a HUGE help to me during this quest. Really, thank you so very much.
And also Cerena, for finding the word's I had trouble expressing. She really proved quality not quantity because although her statement was short it was exactly what I needed to hear. Thank you so much. ^^
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 6:49 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 5:57 pm
Should be interesting when you get Tristan's profile up. Just stay away from the "rebel" canine area, since that's currently Silver ^^;;
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 3:37 am
Oh well he's not really a rebel, he's pretty obedient but uhm... *tilts head* I can't get anymore up until my questions are answered in the question thread? xD
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 9:13 pm
Finally finished. S'prolly wrong. Anyone have comments or suggestions? XD
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