Tristram Kelly
Jun 10, 2016 13:32:06 GMT -7
Post by Tristram Kelly on Jun 10, 2016 13:32:06 GMT -7
TRISTRAM HENRY KELLY
| NAME Tristram Henry Kelly ALIAS Tris AGE 24 DATE OF BIRTH 08/14 GENDER Male | PLAY BY Sebastian Stan SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual AFFILIATION Neutral OCCUPATION Gambler PLACE OF BIRTH Monument, Aberdeen |
HEIGHT
6'
WEIGHT
185 lbs
HAIR
Brown, short, unkempt
EYE COLOR
Green
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
None
GENERAL APPEARANCE
Perpetual smirk and/or cocked eyebrows. Relaxed bearing; loose, casual gait.
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OVERALL PERSONALITY
Tristram is generally a good natured guy, but he does have a pronounced edge. He has a love of music, and will sometimes absentmindedly whistle, usually old ballads from Earth-that-was. He's not much of a brawler, but if a fight does break out, he uses his wits and what has been called "dirty tricks" to ensure he and his comrades have the upper hand. He loves his drink and he loves his women. He prefers to try and woo said strumpets instead of just looking for girls with a price tag. He likes the challenge. Maybe one day he'll settle down, but it'll take a mighty special woman to accomplish that. He's a little too laid back, often times only getting serious when the bullets start flying, and often not even then. He is very cocky, and loves his drink. He is quick to draw his gun if he thinks a situation is going south, and has no qualms about pulling the trigger. As far as a moral code... he's pretty flexible.
| FATHER Sean Henry Kelly (deceased) MOTHER Zara Lynn Kelly (deceased) SIBLINGS None OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES None | SIGNIFICANT OTHER None CHILDREN None OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS He's kind of all he's got PETS None |
BACKSTORYTristram was born on Aberdeen, in a mining town by the name of Monument. His father, Sean, worked as a hand at the Bar 7 ranch a few miles north of town. He spent a lot of his childhood skipping school and hanging out in the saloon, watching the adults play cards. To say he got away with it isn't entirely accurate, as he was often found out and punished, but it went on until he was thirteen. His father decided if he wasn't going to go to school, he was going to learn to work. Sean started taking young Tristram to the ranch every day, teaching him how to ride properly, how to mend fences, care for the livestock, and other basic tasks, as well as how to handle a pistol. The boy hated the hard work, but he loved it when his father and the other hands would take him to the saloon after a long day. They'd show him how to play the card games he watched as a child, and he became a decent hand at the tables.
When he was seventeen, he was engaged in a poker game against other bar patrons. After winning a few hands, one of the other men at the table seemed to be riled up by losing to "a little shit". He called the young man everything but a child of God, screaming that he'd been cheated, and how he oughta put a bullet in Tristram's chest. Of course, Sean wasn't one to put up with anyone threatening his boy. He was up out of his chair in a heartbeat, and yelled at the man to go outside. The other ranch hands, as well as Tristram, tried to dissuade Sean, but he was a stubborn man whose hot temper had only been exacerbated by the threatening of his only living family. The saloon patrons followed the two men out into the street, where they squared off. Tristram pleaded once more with his father, but while Sean was distracted by his son, the stranger started to draw. Sean went for his gun, but the other man had the jump on him. Tristram didn't hear the gunshot. He only saw the blood blossoming on his father's chest. Now, a duel is legal and above board by Aberdeen law, but there are rules. If you're watching, you're silent. Period. If you're dueling, you don't draw when a man isn't facing you. The former is mostly etiquette, but the latter is what separates a duel from murder. The crowd was calling for a rope, but the stranger was able to get to a horse and ride out of town. A small posse gave chase, but they lost him in the dark. Tristram had gotten his father killed, and his murderer had gotten away. It was a day after he laid his father in the ground that he crawled into a bottle.
He spent the next seven years in that bottle, drifting from town to town and moon to moon, making a survivable living at the card tables. He practiced his pistol work daily, getting quicker and more accurate, preparing for the day he found the stranger from so many years ago.
Player name/alias: Tris
Roleplay Experience: Six years at a whole bunch of sites, plus tabletop and LARP
How You Found DoS: I've been here since the beginning
Other Characters on the Site: None
Preferred Method of Contact: PM
Anything else: These be his guns. He wears them to favor a cross draw, with a shoulder holster on his left side.
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