Post by Trist on Oct 9, 2010 14:37:06 GMT -5
LET THE FANTASY UNWIND
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"Catch me if you can, loves."
♥I've never had a dream come true♥
[/color]xx"Catch me if you can, loves."
♥I've never had a dream come true♥
Name: Trist
Age: 300 in age, 19 in appearance
Occupation: Sneak Thief
Family:
Tyr [Grandfather]
Virgil [Father]
Elisia [Mother]
Vel [Sister]
Rank: Thief
♥We're Running with the Shadows of the Night♥[/color]
History: Trist was born into what most would assume was a relatively normal family. His father was a wealthy merchant and his mother spent all of her time dotting upon her two young children, Trist and his older sister Vel. What most didn't know was that Trist's father had a love of gambling. Even in this world of dreams one could still suffer the nightmare of poverty. The man squandered all of the families funds upon games of chance and eventually his life was tragically cut short by the underworld that Trist would soon join. With no one to support the family they were cast out of their beautiful home and forced onto the streets of Akuma. It was here that the three developed the habits that would help them survive the cruel kingdom of Nightmares.
Their once proud mother was forced to take on the oldest profession in the world and Trist and Vel resorted to underhanded thievery. At first they did small things, snatching food off of a vendor's stand or looking for change in places they shouldn't be. Trist, however, became bolder and more intricate with his plans. Eventually the young boy was devising plans were the two of them would feign an injury at the hands of someone and force them to pay up, less they call the guards on them for their negligence. Within four years Trist was able to gain back a small faction of their fortune. It was an amazing feat for a boy of only twelve. It was rather unfortunate that he did so to late. His mother had already lost her life to a drunken patron who had become obsessive over her.
For a time the two of them were able to live comfortably with Trist stealing what he could to support them as they lived in their small hovel. Eventually the boy learned that this was not the way for his sister to live. At the age of sixteen he set out to find her a permanent home. It was difficult to find anyone to take a dirtied girl who had spent most of her life on the street and there were plenty of nights were Trist came home furious at the callousness of the other's. Months passed by until Trist came upon a merchant from the land of Dreams. With tears in his eyes they boy offered up his meager fortune, pleading for the man to take his sister and give her a better life. The merchant was moved by the boy's pleas and took the coin and the girl, Vel screaming in protest as they left. Trist waved as his sister left for a better life in the land of dreams leaving him to rot in Akuma.
One hundred years later...
Trist had established himself as a rather daring and talented thief and conman. He was often tasked with obtaining objects of certain value. He wasn't the best, but he was damn near close. The fact that he was skilled worried those that were considered the best and they plotted behind his back. They set him up on a crime that was supposed to be his masterpiece. He was to rob one of the dukes of Nightmare. After Trist had made his way through the small castle and found his goal a figure from the shadows snuck up behind him and knocked him out with a hard hit to the neck. When Trist awoke he was in the Bone Cave's third and final level. The heat was sickening and the boy was in a daze for weeks before finally getting used to it.
It was then that he began to speak with the man who had cared for him, his cell mate. The man was ancient nearing his thousandth year as part of the world and went by the name Tyr. Trist and Tyr were forced to remain in their cells for most of the time, leaving only to work every month or so. It was torturous for them but the old man seemed to be quite used to it often being cheerful and incredibly spry for his old age. As time went on the two forged a friendship and they spoke of what they did before they entered their imprisonment. Trist told of his escapades and the man, to Trist's annoyance, told him he was but a pup when it came to thieving.
Tyr informed Trist of his former title as King of Thieves and how he left his fortune to his son before allowing himself to be caught. Taking an interest in the younger thief Tyr imparted his wisdom onto him and taught him the arts of the King of Thieves. Thirty years passed as the two traded stories and Trist learned from the old man and eventually Tyr told Trist that he had imparted all he could and that he would have to go out and learn the rest on his own. Trist laughed at the notion of escaping from the Bone Cave. Tyr, the former thieving king, provided the boy with a plan on how to leave the Bone Cave. Trist was in shock and asked him to come along with him but the man rejected the idea. He was content in his cell.
Tyr bid the boy goodbye and gave him his final gift; a simple set of homemade lock picks, crafted from bits of metal the man had amassed over his four hundred year stay in the caves. After Trist escaped the cave Tyr grinned commenting upon how his grandson would make a fine heir to his title. The escape was treacherous and took several hours to complete but they boy did it, being one of the few to ever escape from the Bone Caves alive. As soon as Trist escaped a he plotted to rob the Duke that had originally caught him and provide the men that hired him with their prize. It was simple enough with the tricks and skills of the King of Thieves and Trist found himself to be even more skillful then before.
When the men that set him up saw Trist they were astounded. Trist merely smiled as he left them with their prize only for them to be captured several days later by the Duke. Trist, with a new goal in mind, left the Realm of Nightmares and traveled to the Realm of Dreams with the intention of becoming the new King of Thieves. Once the sneak thief found his way to the realm of dreams he took it upon himself to visit his sister before beginning his career anew.
One hundred years had changed the two a great deal and Trist was no longer the sweet little boy who had given his sister away. She had not recognized him at first, dressed as a rich merchant, and was completely surprised to find that the man was her brother. Their talk reunion was as heartfelt as their separation nearly one hundred and fifty years ago. Trist was pleased to find that his sister was now married and living happily as a lower noble. Trist did not tell her of his profession or his incarceration and simply left with a simple promise to visit again one day.
Once his past was set behind him Trist gathered his materials, built up a small portion of gold to support him, and purchase a small house to serve as his hideout. For the next one hundred and fifty years a string of cons and burglaries rocked the two countries. Every theft was accompanied with a calling card; a silver coin with a crown emblazoned on it. A method his grandfather used when he was younger. Because of the similarities between their crimes Trist has been refereed to as the Prince of Thieves.
Likes:
Coins
The Hunt
Ale
Questionable Company
Books
Apples
Pretty Girls
Dislikes:
Chains
Magic
Upstanding Guards
Cold Weather
Creaky Doors
Gambling
Weapons: A small simple dagger
Magic: None, Trist is one of the few people within Slumber Land that was born with no magical abilities to call his own.
♥These Dreams go on when I close my eyes♥[/color]
Sample RP:
The whispers that floated about him were easily enough ignored, it was only after he had heard them day in and day out that the actually began to bother the man. He knew he was no prize or knight in shinning armor but after constantly hearing hushed insults and rumors he began to resent his appearance and the maids that spoke of him. He cast a gaze at the princess and withheld a smile. The memory of her chastising one of them for his sake played in his mind and it warmed his battle hardened heart to know that such a lass cared for him in such a way. He nodded his thanks to the smaller figure as she poured him a cup of tea. With what grace and poise the elf could muster he delicately picked up the saucer and took the handle of the teacup with his index finger and thumb.
He brought up the brown liquid and took a sniff. He hid a grimace as he lifted the rim of the cup to his lips and took a dainty sip. Reyn despised tea and anything that was similar to it. The only drink he hated more was coffee. The smell of it sickened him like nothing else could and often left the man feeling waves of nausea for hours. Thankfully, tea didn't have the same effect on him, it simply reminded him his most hated beverage. The feeling of warm liquid in his belly helped easy the tension he had felt earlier in the morning and filled it with something as the bodyguard had forgone breakfast this fine and noisy morning.
He let out a chuckle at his princess' words. "Oh, my dear princess you wound me so. How could the thrill and exhilaration of battle possibly match up to your wonderful company?" he playfully placed his right hand over his heart as if the young girl had inflicted some sort of wound to him. Of course the man was sharing the same sarcastic sentiments as she was. It was odd, in all of Reyn's time in the castle he had only found one person who could keep up with his games of words and possibly beat him: the girl who sat before him. It had come as a great shock when she first began to play his game with him but eventually it just became part of the morning routine.
"But alas, you've seen through my ruse. It's true I wish to be out adding even more scars to my collection." That last bit elicited a hardy laugh from the man before he took another sip of his tea and then sat the saucer and cup upon the table top that barley reached his knees. It landed with a soft clatter, something one learned to expect from the man. Despite all his finesse and skill in swordplay he was as clumsy as a toddler who had recently learned to walk. "Cookies," Reyn said in a delighted tone. Again, it was a notion that would have surprised most. "May I?" Reyn barely waited for her response as he reached out and grabbed a cookie. He popped the treat into his mouth and devoured it in one large gulp, barely chewing it as he did so.
It was Reyn's turn to raise a brow. Listening to Lilliana's explanation of their ability to flout etiquette. It gave the man something to mull over for a few moments but he ultimately had to reject the idea. Reyn was forced to act like a gentleman, his position in the world required it, even if he wasn't geared toward the role. "Don't forget I'm also an escaped prisoner and also play house with you as well. " At least he could forget about etiquette when around the princess. Reyn lifted his cup as a toast. "But what you say is true. We are a breed all our own. A breed that understands the nuances of etiquette yet are allowed to ignore the confines of it. To disregarding etiquette." he said before downing his cup of tea as most would down a pint of ale. The burning sensation in his throat was completely ignored as he sat the brittle piece of china back down upon the table.
"And speaking of those who are forced to use manners, how was your visit with your brother last night?" Reyn asked as he inspected the bottom of his tea cup, looking for any stray leaves that might have escaped the bottom of the tea pot. "Did you enjoy his company?" Reyn knew the question did not need to be asked but enjoyed asking it anyway. It gave him something to speak of once he ran out of topics in which he was sure the young girl was familiar with.
He brought up the brown liquid and took a sniff. He hid a grimace as he lifted the rim of the cup to his lips and took a dainty sip. Reyn despised tea and anything that was similar to it. The only drink he hated more was coffee. The smell of it sickened him like nothing else could and often left the man feeling waves of nausea for hours. Thankfully, tea didn't have the same effect on him, it simply reminded him his most hated beverage. The feeling of warm liquid in his belly helped easy the tension he had felt earlier in the morning and filled it with something as the bodyguard had forgone breakfast this fine and noisy morning.
He let out a chuckle at his princess' words. "Oh, my dear princess you wound me so. How could the thrill and exhilaration of battle possibly match up to your wonderful company?" he playfully placed his right hand over his heart as if the young girl had inflicted some sort of wound to him. Of course the man was sharing the same sarcastic sentiments as she was. It was odd, in all of Reyn's time in the castle he had only found one person who could keep up with his games of words and possibly beat him: the girl who sat before him. It had come as a great shock when she first began to play his game with him but eventually it just became part of the morning routine.
"But alas, you've seen through my ruse. It's true I wish to be out adding even more scars to my collection." That last bit elicited a hardy laugh from the man before he took another sip of his tea and then sat the saucer and cup upon the table top that barley reached his knees. It landed with a soft clatter, something one learned to expect from the man. Despite all his finesse and skill in swordplay he was as clumsy as a toddler who had recently learned to walk. "Cookies," Reyn said in a delighted tone. Again, it was a notion that would have surprised most. "May I?" Reyn barely waited for her response as he reached out and grabbed a cookie. He popped the treat into his mouth and devoured it in one large gulp, barely chewing it as he did so.
It was Reyn's turn to raise a brow. Listening to Lilliana's explanation of their ability to flout etiquette. It gave the man something to mull over for a few moments but he ultimately had to reject the idea. Reyn was forced to act like a gentleman, his position in the world required it, even if he wasn't geared toward the role. "Don't forget I'm also an escaped prisoner and also play house with you as well. " At least he could forget about etiquette when around the princess. Reyn lifted his cup as a toast. "But what you say is true. We are a breed all our own. A breed that understands the nuances of etiquette yet are allowed to ignore the confines of it. To disregarding etiquette." he said before downing his cup of tea as most would down a pint of ale. The burning sensation in his throat was completely ignored as he sat the brittle piece of china back down upon the table.
"And speaking of those who are forced to use manners, how was your visit with your brother last night?" Reyn asked as he inspected the bottom of his tea cup, looking for any stray leaves that might have escaped the bottom of the tea pot. "Did you enjoy his company?" Reyn knew the question did not need to be asked but enjoyed asking it anyway. It gave him something to speak of once he ran out of topics in which he was sure the young girl was familiar with.
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Custom Title: Prince of Thieves
Face Claim: Shinonome Kon from Amatsuki
RP Experiance: 2+ years
Password: Sacrifice
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