THE WHO
SOFT-SPOKEN. SOFT-HEARTED. SOFT-SKINNED. Tristan Bennett Prescott
AGE. Twenty-three
BIRTHDAY. December 1st
OCCUPATION. Busying himself away in all sorts of odd jobs until he could settle down
BIRTH PLACE. Lampton Hill
NATIONALITY. English
ORIENTATION. Still working on this one...
PREMADE TITLE. The Confused
PLAYBY. Chase Crawford
THE WHAT
SOFT-SPOKEN You know that guy that'll let you know
exactly what he thinks? Well, Tristan is the one that wishes he was that guy. The boy absolutely cannot stand conflict. He'd rather just nod his head and agree. It's just easier for him, especially if his opponent is significantly more powerful than he is, which is more or less everybody. It's hard to imagine that he might have a bad word to say about anyone. In fact, it's pretty hard to imagine him even getting worked up at all. He's just so damn well-behaved all the time.
SOFT-HEARTED Some people are have friends because they are charismatic, others because they are ruthless. Well, Tristan has friends because he'll do anything for them. Okay, maybe not
anything, but pretty damn close. It's all in the upbringing. You knows all that crap about manners and such really sticks to this one. Fuck, he manages to convince himself that he needs to apologize for practically every little thing. Obviously, this poses some small problems in his life; namely the fact that it's almost unbearably easy to take advantage of his kindness, but it's pretty unlikely that he'll change anytime soon. Tristan's just too damn polite for that.
SOFT-SKINNED There aren't very many reasons to hate Tristan, if only because he's just so damn passive. Still, if you have a harsh word, you can be sure that it'll hurt him. Maybe his mother coddled him, maybe he just seeks approval. Whatever the reason, the boy is a sensitive one. Even little jabs can really hurt him. Once upon a time, he would cry over nearly every little thing. Nowadays, he'd probably just smile and laugh it off. It's really been a problem all his life, and maybe he'll just never get over his self-consciousness..
LIKES. Poetry, vanilla cookies,
boys (I mean, what?), bitter chocolate, mystery novels, letters from dad, the smell of coffee, smooth surfaces, birds, introspection
DISLIKES. All this mess with the family, blood, feeling guilty, confrontation, maple syrup, driving too fast, burnt smells, scented candles, super glue, fire
THE WHY
BEST MEMORY. His first kiss. Okay, so maybe it was only a kiss on the cheek and the girl had only done it because she'd been dared to, but it was his first. Not only that, but it has been and may always be the standard by which he judges all kisses. Later, when he got his "official" first kiss, Tristan would think back to that day and smile a little secret smile.
WORST MEMORY. Most people might assume that the faithful night when eighteen years worth of secrets about his family came out, but, no, Tristan's actual worst memory was the morning after. Lampton is a small town and this sort of stuff gets around fast. Much too fast. During the dinner, the boy was in shock; all he could do was go pale. It wasn't until the next morning, when all the whispers started, that he could begin to process exactly what had happened. His mom had cheated. One of his best friends was actually his sister. His dad who wasn't his dad had fucking
left. And everyone was talking about it.
To say Tristan grew up in a strict household would be a bit of a lie. Sure, his father had his rules, and he wouldn't compromise them for hell or high water, but whenever he got too harsh for the boy, his mother would always be around with a kind word and a hug. More than once, his father had gotten angry and walked away. Tristan would cry and let his mother tell him that it would be alright, that it wasn't his fault. Some might say it wasn't good parenting to send a child mixed messages, but as far as Tristan was concerned, his parents just balanced each other.
Well, it all worked out pretty damn well for a while. Tristan grew up to be a well-adjusted, respectful boy with plenty of nice friends. Well, until all that mess with a certain Miss Alyson Kent came up. At first, he was just doing her a favor, covering for her while she shared covert kisses with a boy to whom some might turn their noses. Well, the next thing you know, Tristan was thrown into a damn monsoon of confusion about his family, his friends, and his sexuality. It wasn't easy for him, especially after his dad walked out.
At first, he wasn't ready to believe it. Even as he watched his father walk out the door, suitcase in hand, he told himself that he'd be home in the morning, just like he always was. Of course, it wasn't like all those times, when he was a kid, and after a while, Tristan was forced to admit that. Pretty soon, he started to understand it, too. Lampton was just so damn
small. He simply couldn't bring himself to leave, though. He was part of the town, like a lamppost or a building. He couldn't very well just up and leave, even if it was getting painful to stay.
It took a while, but Tristan managed to get through it. He stayed in touch with his father the best he could. He'd fill him in on all the little things going on around town. They kept it casual, skating artfully around the uncomfortable subjects. Tristan went to college close to home, partially to look after his mother, partially because he secretly hoped that his father might come back someday and put their family back together. He studied business out of convenience and got a job for the same reason. Out of curiosity, he lost his virginity to a girl who was dating someone else, and out of habit, apologized afterward. He watched people come and go, hoping that one of them might help him figure out his damn life.
THE HOW
RP SAMPLE.Most people would not consider swimming in the ocean at midnight to be a sensible idea, but, then again, most people aren’t Isaac Creed. And just the sake of the danger, he was gonna pick the most exclusive private beach, not a hundred yards from the yards of some very wealthy people who may or may not have some very pretty daughters. The boy lives for thrills, and those who try to stop him will get little more than a smirk and a casual “fuck off.” Rules, to him at least, were little more than challenges, and, being the honorable sort, never backed down from a challenge.
So, the boy went and snuck out of his house, which admittedly was pretty unnecessary. His parents were out, and it was pretty damn unlikely that any of the help was going to say anything. Still, he had to create an atmosphere. If he just waltzed right out the front door, it wouldn’t have very well been a challenge. So, a three mile walk later, there he was. Freezing his balls off in the ocean simply because a fucking sign told him he couldn’t. Yes, this boy was a real genius, wasn’t he? The lesson, kids, is that sometimes, when you screw the system, it just screws you right back.
Well, he couldn’t very well go home, now. He’d gone through all the trouble of sneaking about. Sighing heavily, Isaac cast his eyes around the darkness, hoping for something of interest to strike him. The boy smirked as he noticed that he had a nice view of a certain young lady’s bedroom. From afar, Isaac couldn’t get a good look as to who she was, though, from what he could see, she was rather attractive. And judging by the fact that hers was the only window with a light, the parents probably weren’t home. Well, maybe his night wasn’t going to be a complete waste.
The boy managed to get himself out of the icy water and trudged across the beach, twice piercing his foot on various sharp objects. When he got to the house, the boy, full of stupid pride, couldn’t bring himself to simply ring the doorbell, despite the quite minimal danger of doing so. Instead, he opted to climb up to the mysterious girl’s window, which, while more romantic, was infinitely stupider than the simpler option. Luckily for him, there was conveniently placed wooden paneling right next to the desired location. Really, one would think that owners would be more sensible not to make it so easy for someone to access their daughter’s window.
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