RAYNE, TRISTAN WOLFE[wip]

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Tristan Wolfe Rayne

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&&--You, who shall pull the strings

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Name: Zingara
Age: Fourteen
Roleplaying Experience: Since I was a 7 year old
How you found the site: I found an advertisement.

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Name: Tristan Wolfe Rayne
Gender: Male
Age: Fourteen
Hair Color: Emerald Green
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 5’5
Weight: 109 lbs
Wealth: Average
Sexual Orientation: Bicurious
Why they are in La Campana: His mother embraced what he was, but in his neighborhood it was beginning to show problems. People were throwing bricks into their windows. Yelling and cursing at Tristan when he emerged from the house. They cussed at his mother, and even beat her nearly to death. It was actually his decision to leave, he couldn’t stand to see her in agony. Deciding this was tough on him, because he loved her dearly. But his decision was accepted, once they burned down his father’s shrine.[/size]

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Likes:
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• Cakes
  
• Cooking
  
• Fruit
  
• Birds
  
• Flowers
  
• Nature
  
• Pillows
  
• Dawn
  
• Dusk
  
• Magic
  
• Card Tricks
  
• Television
  
• Music
  
• Candy
  
• Watching Birds
  
• Taking care of animals
  

Dislikes:
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• Goodbyes
  
• Death
  
• Blood
  
• Torture
  
• Watching other people die
  
• His father
  
• Judgement
  
• Losing his bird
  
• Memories
  
• Judging his Destiny
  
• Loud Music
  
• Horror Movies
  
• Bulldozers
  
• Hurting others
  
• Sadness
  
• Havoc
  

Turn Ons:

• Kind
  
• Gentle
  
• Loves him for him
  
• Loves to cuddle
  

Turn Offs:

• Cruel
  
• Thinks of only themselves
  
• Uses him
  
• Rude
  

Nervous Habits:

• Staring at his feet
  
• Curling into a ball
  

Fears:

• Forest Fires
  
• Being alone
  

Goals/Aspirations:

• Finding a friend
  
• Finding someone to love
  
• Finding his mother again
  

Appearance:
Dipiction of Tristan

When you really look at Tristan you don't expect much. Just a regular boy, that looks as though he's growing. Well, that's not really what's going on with Tristan. You have to look closer, when your thinking about him. It's true, he does look like a girl, blame his mother. He has the build of a girl, because of the clothes he wears. The way he has always wore his hair, and the way his facial and physical features look. But, I think the better way to describe him is breaking it down into parts.

Height:5'5"
Weight: 127

Hair Style Acuity: His hair is odd looking some say. His hair spikes out, when he's not wearing a hat. The color of the forest, it is smoothed down whenever he combs it. Some of his hair traces his face, and is held in bands of pure white strings. His mother gave them to him, when he was only four. When he wears his hat, his hair is more orderly. Yet, when he doesn't, he looks more natural like a boy.

Hair Color Acuity: His hair is the color of a forest. Dark forest green, it depends on the lighting, his mother says. His hair color is different from the rest of his family. He often wonders why, he has such different tastes and different looks from his family.

Eye Color Acuity: It really must be odd, different from the rest of his family. His eyes are an emerald green, and they both have black pupils. Often they get blurry, and he can't really see. But when he's very happy, they narrow and a smile spreads on his face. This only happens when he's happy, when he's sad they narrow and tears well up in his eyes.

Physical Build: He shows a very female like body. Except for the fact, of the chest. He does look like a flat chested little girl. He has an angelic face, one that is curved like a child's. Having a birth mark on his back, of angel wings. No one knows how it got there, his mother said that maybe it was fate. She always said that he was her angelic little boy. He does have small lips, and a button like nose. Also his ears are a little bit small, and his finger nails. He is also a pale kind of child.

Clothing: His clothing is a bit odd from others. His hat, is snow white, with a gold outlining. On his head, and behind his right ear is a ribbon. It trails down to the white string, that is tied around his hair a bit. Trailing down again, he is wearing a pure white dress, with golden out-linings. Baby doll like white shoes, with a golden heel on the end. White stockings, no one can really tell he is a boy in these clothes. When he isn't wearing this, he often wears a pure white t-shirt, and camouflage pants, with black sandals.
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Father: Alastor Rayne - 56 - Father - Deceased
Mother: Miranda Rayne - 54 - Mother
Sibling/s: None
Other important relatives: None
Pets:Nirvana - 5 - Canary
History:
Before he was born, really this actually happened before he was even thought of. His mother was in a relastionship with his father. In truth, at first he was a rape baby. When his mother turned the age of 52. She was raped by none other than Alastor Rayne. Crying, she was going to give up the child. Yet, when she found it was a boy, she could raise him to be kind and gentle. She fled to the hospital, nearby. The little baby boy was soon to be born.

Yet, the baby boy knew nothing of the world he would come too. After all the screaming, and pain he was born. The little baby was born into the arms of the doctor. Given to his mother, who kissed his cheeks and played with his hair. They asked her, what she would name him. At first, she thought of the name Alastor and then patted his stomach. Deciding the long awaited little boy, needed a name that wouldn't be used in vain.

She decided the name Tristan for it was in the bible. Gods follower, she patted his stomach. As he opened his eyes, she was shocked to see the golden irises. The little baby boy, was different from his mother. His mother had brown hair and blue eyes. To her, he was an angel falling out of heaven. He couldn't smile yet, yet he giggled and thrashed around. Crying slightly, she shushed him and that is when Alastor came in the room.

Tristan looked at the man, his expression clear of any emotion. He wasn't crying, nor giggling. Staring at him, as his mother clenched him tight to her chest. He couldn't hear the slap, and couldn't feel himself being lifted from her. Into the arms of his father, who stared down at him, as if he was a prized jewel. The man dropped to his knees, and thanked the heavens for bestowing him with a son.

The little boy was confused as he was held in the air. As he began to cry again, his father held him to his chest. Shushing the baby boy, who fell asleep. He couldn't feel the hate in the room, the curses in the air. The promises made for him, and the fate he'd endure. Sucking on his thumb, on the way home he was confused. Laying in his crib, his mother whispered sweet nothings to him.

Staring up at her, he smiled looking at the zebras, and the animals on his cradle. He giggled, and felt the outlines of them. Entranced with their colors, his mother was happy. Petting his bald head, she kissed his forehead. He stared at her, with wonder as she walked away and closed the door. Peeking through the bars of his cradle, he lifted himself up. Peering over the cradle, he laid back down.

The moonlight bathed him, and he smiled and rolled on his other side. Closing his eyes, without a care in the entire world.

He soon grew older a bit, when he turned four years old. His mother was more excited. She wanted to show him the entire world, often taking him to stores. Showing him girl clothing, he noticed the other mom's talking. Yet, only paying attention to his, who often dressed him up. Buying him female clothing, and changing his hair style. His father was horrified, often slapping his mother and cradling his son while he was sleeping.

His father wanted what was best for Tristan, and if that ment getting rid of his mother. Then by god, his father would do anything. The following day, was Tristan's birthday, his mother bought him the outfit he even wears today. He was over joyed, and hugged her tightly. But that is when everything was starting to go wrong. As soon as he hugged her, his father wheeled him around and slapped him. Shocked with what he had done, the man tried to apologize to him.

Tears running down his face, the little five year old boy turned away. Running down the hall, he opened the door and shut it behind him. Sitting on the ground, feet up to his chest, tears running down his face. Door locked, screams echoing through the house, punches thrown. Fists clenched, and his mother's screams echoing. Tristan couldn't do anything about it. Yet..he wished he could.

The moment of dawn, he opened the door to find the entire wall torn. The hall was battered, and blood was trailing by the side. When he ran into the livingroom, he was shocked. His mother was sleeping on the couch, and his father was sleeping on the ground. Walking to his father, he crouched down and touched the man's neck. Finding no pulse, he awakened his mother who was shocked.

The two of them, built a shrine for him, in his honor. Tristan continued with the way of life, his mother showed him. But every time he looked at his father's grave. It reminded him, of the person he should be. On his tenth birthday, the young man heard a brick crash through their window. A message was inside, reading it to his mother she hid him in the back room. He didn't come out for days, hearing more crashes and the bricks kept coming. He was confused, who was doing this.

One day, Tristan emerged from his home to go to school. Yet, someone yelled and cursed at him, and threw a brick at him. Dodging it, he rolled to the side and stared as it flew by. Looking back at the man who was pointing at him and yelling. His eyes were wide, he didn't understand what was wrong. Standing up, he raced off to school. Earning dirty looks, and yelling and fruit thrown at him. He dashed home, to find that his mother was being beaten.

Racing towards her, he dashed through the crowd. Dragging her inside the house, he locked the door. Staring ath er, he cooed her to salvation. Patting her hair and kissing her eyelids, he was speechless. What should he have done to stop this? Not even he knew what to do at all. He was crying, and covering his eyes. Finally knowing that he had to leave. Telling his mother, she hugged him despite the pain.

Telling him, her heart would break if he was gone. The young boy decided to stay, and embrace the fact that people hated him. But if something would have happened to her. His heart would have been broken as well. Sighing, he knew he had no choice, and began to do his daily chores. He didn't emerge from the house, to say hello to his father that day. Knowing something would have gone array.

His mother was happy, to know that he would stay by her side. That is when Tristan took out the ribbons in his hair, threw away the dress. Going into his father's room, he brought out his clothes. Dressing in them, he walked out without looking at his mother. People stared at him, and he stared back and tilted his head and waved. Walking down the street, he looked like an average child.

He wasn't a crossdresser in their eyes, people talked to him and gave him things. Kids at school would laugh with him, and pat him on the head. He was actually liked, if he wore these clothes. But then he thought of his mother. She loved him when he was in girl clothes. Walking back into the house, he slipped back into them. Walking to her, she noticed what he had done. Ashamed a bit, she didn't talk to him for a few days, even a year.

That is when he turned eleven years old. Nothing really eventful happened, his mother still never talked to him. He found the brochure to La Campana in the mailbox. Taking it into his hand, he put it under his pillow. Every night, reading about the school and was excited. Yet, he had to be the age of fourteen to get in. That is when he smelled smoke. The two of them ran out to look at the shrine, and found it burning.

Tears were brought to their eyes, as it burned into the night. The tears were falling, and that is when he decided. Showing her the brouchure, she smiled and patted his head. Looking to the night sky, he held her hand.The smoke was still burning, and the fire was alighting the sky. Yet, the celestial moon made everything worth enduring.

Three years later, that was the faithful day he left. Placing him on the plane, she got off. Waving goodbye, to the sleeping little boy. Opening his eyes, he was in the air and shocked. Looking back, he remembered everything, and sighed. But was it worth remembering? The tears dripping from his face, bringing his legs up to his chest. The lonely little boy, he was truly, very lonely. The tears dripped, as he realized how lonely he truly was.
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