Tristan Avery Edwards, Psychic

[TRISTAN EDWARDS]

Tristan Avery Edwards,

And I don't want the world to see me Cuz I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

AGE	OCCUPATION	MEMBER GROUP
twenty-five	drifter/healer	Psychic

NICKNAMES Trist, Avery	LOCATION was born in Lousiana but currently roams the country
BIRTHDAY January 1st, 1986	SEXUALITY Homosexual
PLAY BY Jesse Metcalfe	THE PLAYER Hey it's jerni again, makin a new person cause I can't sit still for long with just one. I found you guys on RPG-D, I'm also a member, I love this place. Tristan will of course be up for Mature themed threads and all. Oh..I'm 22 have loads od experience and SS rocks.

LISTS

I LIKE Noise Jazz Bollywood Music House Soul Basically any type of music in existance Reading Medical Theory Books Studying Fringe Science Running Swimming Playin Poker with his Dad Playing Piano with his Mom Open Area's Reading J.R.R. Tolkien Mark Twain Terry Goodkind Margerate Weis Tracy Hickman Lightning Storms High Wind Speeds Mexican Food Chinese Food Japanese Food Egyptian Food Ordering Out Healing People Having friends who don't treat him differently because he is blind

I DISLIKE Bigots Being guided around Being forced to be different The Quiet Being thought of as weak Causing pain in others Fighting Doing nothing People who deal in absolutes Cooking Smoke from Cigarettes Being told he can't do something Being treated differently because he is blind Being treated differently because he is gay People walking on eggshells around him Being treated like he's made of glass Helen Keller Jokes

MY STRENGTHS ARE Hearing is more intune and indepth than a normal persons Hightened sense of self awareness Hightened sense of smell Sense of Surroundings is greater than the average person Developed Sense of interpersonal relationships Healing People Causing Pain

MY WEAKNESSES ARE Defensiveness for being treated differently Not being able to see Over Protectiveness of his Parents Chocolate Covered Cherries Wishing he could see At times wanting to be normal Over Using his healing abilities causes him to tire and could kill him with the wounds he absorbs

I'M AFRAID OF Being Alone Forever Killing Someone Not being able to Heal Someone Losing his Parents His parents not loving him

I ASPIRE TO Find Love Go to Medical School Settle down in one place Open a Clinic so he can heal people

MY QUIRKS/HABITS ARE Mouths the words to songs he knows Taps his cane in rythm to music he is listening to When he's agitated he stomps and uses his hands or feet to make noise Likes to have music playing or a tv going when he's alone

MY POWERS IF ANY ARE Can heal minor wounds and it takes him only minutes to seconds to heal himself Can heal medium type wounds(i.e. Gashes, slashes, cuts, burns, ect.) and it takes him five minutes to ten minutes to heal himself Can heal some major wounds(i.e. Stabs, gourings, gun shots(non life threatening), ect.) and it takes him a day or so to heal himself Can heal broken bones but it takes him a week or so to heal himself Can cause “Ghost” pains in people(only though direct contact) Can heal himself, but only when healing others

personality

Tristan is a blind man who grew up in a family that could see and had no other family members with such handicaps. In his mind, Tristan isn't handicapped, he just can't see and he doesn't see it as a curse, it's just an obstacle in his life he has to learn to deal with. He has a pride in him instilled in him by both of his parents, who have told him over and over again that he can do anything he set his mind to. His father's favorite thing to tell him is that he can never be held back by his limitations, that he can only find new ways to express who he is. He's always taken that saying to heart and has strove to show the world who he is and how he will live his life even though he is blind, it doesn't matter he'll do everything else that everyone else does and he'll do it just as good if not better than them.

Growing up as he did his mother being an artist and his dad being a doctor he was given a fair balance of logic versus creativity. His parent's prided themselves and showing him everything that they could dealing with both of their careers. In doing so Tristan has a large passion for art, going to museum's, and listening to plays or performances put on by ballet companies. With his father's teachings he's learned to view things sometimes logically holding back his emotions so that he isn't overwhelmed. Other times he allows himself to be completely emotional exploring both sides of each extreme. It's difficult at times for him to choose just one and stick with it, and a few of his fathers friends have joked he might have SPD or might even suffer from Bi-Polar disorder. Neither of which he does, he just hasn't ever fully decided on choosing to be logical or emotional both have such highs and lows that he just picks and chooses at times to be one or the other and even combines them.

Growing up blind in a family that could see just fine was hard for him, even though both of his parents loved him and never treated him any differently. He still couldn't do some things that other kids could do, more than that he had to learn to read brail growing up, and this just fueled his passion for reading as he had a different type of connection with books than most. Along with his passion for reading, he found music, something that stimulated his hearing and he found that he was interested in all types of music, and could never get enough of it.

Being raised as he was Tristan doesn't play around with words and isn't afraid of conflict. Just because he is blind doesn't mean he can't fight or hold his own, he just has to get a hand on his opponent and then they end up wishing they'd never been born. Though he isn't one to usually instigate fights unless it's absolutely necessary. He can be bold and straightforward if he wants to, or he can be sweet and gentle, he reads what the situation needs or just goes off the feeling in his gut. He's always trusting that feeling, it's never led him wrong and he sometimes calls it his spidy sense, which just makes him smile and laugh.

In matter dealing with the heart Tristan knows what he likes and knows exactly how to get it, though honestly at times he doesn't even bother. Most men are put off by the fact he is blind and usually forward in the things he wants. He isn't afraid of flirting, or walking right up to men, he can't go off looks since he can't see, so normally it's about what most people can't see but he can, what's on the inside. He likes to be in control, taking charge, he's by no means a leader of any sort, but he likes what he likes and isn't ashamed to admit it. As a gay man in his late twenties he has to put up with a lot of things, being ashamed will never be one of them.

Tristan loves his parents dearly, being raised by them and having all the opportunities that he's had he couldn't have asked for better folks. With all the love and support they've given him throughout his life it's no wonder he's always defensive of them. He'd do anything to protect them and isn't afraid of backing the words up with his ability of causing pains in people. His parents are his entire world, and anyone threatening them or even acting threatening towards them is enough to send him in a frenzy of panic and anger. The two people who took the time to raise him and love him, he would do anything for them and if that means killing someone or something then he'd do it.

history

Tristan was born in a hospital in Baton Rouge on New Year's day to a woman who was clearly not ready to have a child of her own. She was a drug addict and more than that she had tried to terminate the pregnancy three times before, each time failed. So at the moment of birth or afterwards she sighed documents giving over legal custody of her son to the state. He was born blind, an affect of one of the attempted terminations, and as far as the doctors could tell it was the only ill side affect, he was remarkably healthy. It wasn't that long, maybe a month or so before a couple, the Edwards, found Tristan through intermediary channels. Even with his blindness the couple loved him dearly and the process began to adopt him, and over the course of the next few months paperwork was signed and visits were made until finally the couple could finally give Tristan their last name and make him a part of their family.

Being raised by a scientist mother and a writer slash artist dad was completely interesting, even blind Tristan was shown logic and reason, creativity and art. Colors were often described to him in his crib by his father while his mother decorated his room with pictures of enlarged molecules and such. Each took the time while he was still in a crib to speak with him of the things they loved, art, music, dancing, molecules, germs, viruses, each more interesting than the next but forming cohesive dynamic for the baby early on. This went on until his toddler years where he was taught to read children's books in brail, something both his parents learned to read so they could with him. More than that he was introduced to all types of music as well, his parents both having different tastes. His mother listened to more classical and organized music while his fathers tastes ranged all over the map giving him an interesting collage of sound.

One of the first trials he was introduced to as a blind child was going to school, his parents treated him like a normal child, with the exception of brail books. He was put into a school of all seeing children where he was the only one who was blind, and it wasn't easy for him to adjust. Yes he was just like every child, spontaneous, over active, and he loved playing but he was also careful, and more use to being on his own than with other children his own age. His first day wasn't the best, he felt odd, being in a classroom full of children who could see and him being the only one who couldn't. More than that he could hear the other children talking about him, whispering about how he was weird or different. It was hard hearing that, in Tristan's mind, he knew he was different but he'd never seen it as a bad thing, and now he was surrounded by kids his own age who talked about it like he wasn't even there.

He reacted as any child would, and became saddened, and withdrawn, and his first day of school was not something he would care to remember. But, the next day was something quite different, his parents had talked with him the night before, as they tucked him in, and told him that even if he was weird or different, that's what made him special. He was a unique individual, his blindness made him special and he just had to show everyone that despite he was blind, he was still a kid like them. And with this in mind, the next day at school, he tried his best to participate in the games, it was hard, and it took time, but he eventually made friends. Over the course of his first year of school, he learned many new things and made many friends. He couldn't have been a happier child.

When he was six, Tristan started noticing odd things, like, when one of his friends would fall and scrape their knee on the playground, and he'd be there with them patting their shoulder or something he'd hear gasping and then his own knee would hurt. His friend wouldn't have a scraped knee anymore, but he would, and there was no explanation for it. He didn't know what to make of it, so he didn't think anything of it and just kept on going as any normal child would. Though more incidents like that one happened he just let them pass like nothing, they didn't really concern him and none of his friends ever said anything about it so it didn't bother him. And it just became something that Tristan added to the list of things that made him unique, special even.

When he was ten he was taken out of public school and was enrolled into a school for children who had the same type of disability as he did. It was a private school for the blind, deaf, and mute, and was something that both he and his parents thought he should experience. But going there was like being thrust into an entirely new culture, with an entirely new set of rules and social structure. There was difference in the social structure depending on if one's parents were also deaf, blind, or mute or depending on what kind of disability was had what group or clique one would fit into. It was so alien to Tristan, he didn't really fit in at all, but he wasn't going to give up, he could do anything he set his mind to, like his parents told him. Sadly though, going to this school was the start of a troublesome phase for Tristan, as he had parents who had no disabilities he was treated as sort of an outcast. There were even fights he'd get into because of it, he very much loved his parents and couldn't stand having anyone say anything bad about them, which many did.

Private school was hell for Tristan, going through his teen years made it even more awkward and hard for him. More so because he came to realize he didn't really like girls all that much, not in the way teenage boys were supposed to at least. He often found their voices and laughter to grate his sensitive hearing, and the amount of perfume or hair product they used, and even the makeup they wore, he could often times smell it and it just didn't sit well with him. He was far more comfortable around guys, it was far less complicated with guys, there wasn't anything hidden or mysterious that he had to figure out. There wasn't anyone he could talk to this about other than his parents, who while he'd been apart of the private school had become more than parents they'd become his best friends as well. And so they were the first people he came out to, and as everything in his life they just came to accept this as part of the uniqueness that was apart of Tristan.

It wasn't until he was fifteen that Tristan really started noticing his healing abilities, they'd always been there, but he'd always pushed it off. He'd been helping his dad cook dinner one night, and he sliced his hand with a knife, and Tristan had been holding the towel to staunch the flow of blood. But right in front of both his parents eyes the wound slowly started to seal itself shut, and as it did a cut appeared on Tristans hand in the exact same place, it was exactly identical to the cut that had been on his fathers hand. And right before their eyes as a few minutes passed the cut on his hand sealed up and then vanished as if it never was. There wasn't any freak out, nor did his parents explode with a million questions, they gave Tristan the chance to explain, which is what they always did. He told them about the few times, where it seemed like he'd absorbed one of his friends injuries, nothing ever more serious than a cut or a bad scrape. Again, his parents just accepted him at his word but more than that, his mother offered to help him test his abilities, within the confines of their own home. As a scientist she was completely fascinated by what he could do.

So from then on his life was about school, and learning the extents of what he could heal and couldn't heal. His mother was incentive, and came up with unique ways of testing him, and always used either herself, or her husband who volunteered as the test subjects. Tristan learned that the greater the injury, the more energy it took for him to absorb and heal, and the longer it took for him to recover. The most painful lesson in this was when his mother had been hanging lights outside on the house for Christmas and she had fallen, she'd landed on her arm and it had broken in two places. Without even thinking Tristan had touched her, and he'd started healing her, almost instantly he felt his own arm breaking, the bone snapping where it had snapped within his mothers arm. Not only did he pass out from shock, but it took him two weeks to heal his arm. After that, he learned of a more darker ability he had, one that he eventually began to fear.

While at school, a few of the people he was friendly with were signing his cast, someone made a snide comment about the cast and somehow his mothers name got dragged into it. Without even thinking Tristan grabbed the other boy by the wrist and wished he could have felt what it was like to have his arm broken, and almost immediately the other boy was screaming. But as soon as Tristan let go of him he stopped and simply passed out, Tristan had the ability to cause ghost pains in a person. Whatever pain he came into contact with, he could produce in others by touching them, and this ability scared him more than anything. He vowed to himself he would never ever use it again, and his parents stood with him on his choice.

After graduating from his private school Tristan decided to leave him and travel the country, maybe the world if he chose so. He was restless, eighteen, and ready to experience all that the world had to offer him, and with the blessings of his parents he set out. He traveled the United States for two years, before heading over seas to different third world countries traveling with missionary groups so that he could heal those who needed it most. When he was twenty-two he came back to the stares a different man, more of a person he could be, someone he hoped his parents could be proud of. He'd experienced a lot in the different countries he'd gone to, he'd seen more than his share of tragedy, war, and violence. He'd done what he could to help, but there was still more, there were more things he could do if he went to college and trained in the medical field.

If he became a doctor, if he studied all he could, there could be so much more that he could do, maybe he could start using his powers in a different way. Maybe by learning he could sharpen his skills, or use them in more precisely or something, there was just so much he didn't know. And so, decided to apply to medical school, and kept applying, and even after every letter he wrote got rejected he still kept trying. Even though he was blind, he wasn't going to give this up, he knew he could do this if he set his mind to it. He won't let anything stop him from doing what he's set his mind to, he's even set about getting medical training on his own, by volunteering at clinics, and even if he can't help he can at least listen and learn. It's still gaining him the valuable knowledge he needs.

It's two years later and Tristan is 24 now, he's got some minor medical experience under his belt, but that's only because he's developed a way to see the people he's helping. Using his ability to heal, he can “see” a person's over all health, he's able to pinpoint the exact locations of what is wrong and where it's at. His healing is at the best it's ever been but prolonged healing and not allowing him time to recover from wounds still causes him to a lot of pain and fatigue. He's currently traveling around the States, helping out where he can, constantly keeping in contact with his mom and dad and always applying to each medical school that he can. He won't give up his dream just because someone thinks he can't do it just because he's blind.

RP SAMPLE

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BANNER BY WHOEVER
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[DUDE]

Hey Jerni it's Dude here reviewing your application, because I have the time, resources, and money, we can all rest and feel safe knowing I will don the cape of justice and the suit of world peace to exact revenge on my fallen Uncle Ben. At any rate this application is fairly well written, I only have one issue that isn't really an "issue" per-say, more like things that might have been over looked.

Throughout the history and personality you have several yet noticeable spelling mistakes, these are caused by your spell check either correcting the word to the incorrect word, or missing a letter to form a proper word, if this was just one or two occurrences I'd let it go, but you need to go through the personality and history and make sure things are correctly spelled and grammatically proper, there were a few times I'd raise a brow wondering what you were saying then realized how similar one word would be to the one I think you wanted to use.

Aside from that this application is good to go, and I look forward to the unique spin on the healer you're bringing into our season 6 board. So let me know when you go over all the spelling mistakes and such and I'll accept that, afterwards post it up over on S6 Swan Song.

[TRISTAN EDWARDS]

I apologize Dude, the program I use doesn't even have a spell check, I usually spell check using an internet spell checker but I'm guessing I forgot, I did finish his history at like 7 in the morning without any sleep cause I didn't want to miss the deadline. But I've since fixed all the spelling errors in his personality and his history and I hope that's all of them.If I did miss anything else please let me know. I've also posted his app on the S6 site as well with the corrected app. So hopefully he get's accepted and I can't wait to play him.

[DUDE]