Post by Ayre Tristansi on Oct 26, 2009 17:10:19 GMT -8
Species: Hunter
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Ayre Tristansi
Nickname(s): Ayre(Air)
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Occupation: Traveling Hunter(for vampires, werewolves and animals)
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
Ayre is a, I guess you could say, a modern cowboy. He doesn't round up cattle or livestock, but he dresses in a western type way. His eyes are a deep brown color and his hair is always tousled and full of life. His body is broad-shouldered and tall, making him stand out in a crowd. If that weren't enough, he has devilishly good looks and a bright smile, which makes him even more stand-outish. He doesn't wear cowboy hats and he only wears hiking boots, so he dosn't come across as a western boy. And in reality, he isn't. He just looks like one from a couple of odd pieces in his wardrobe.
He also likes to jazz things up and wear weird outfits with jewelry on occasion, so it's not often that he does this. He sometimes wears an ear piercing, but its scarcely seen because of his hair, so he's very rebellious. He not always looks like an ordinary person, because he likes to darken it up for when he goes hutning.
s t y l e
Ayre likes to wear odd pieces of clothing wih normal items, making his wardrobe seem a bit 80's. He doesn't like a lot of bright colors though, because it makes him less noticeable. He's got strong, bold shoulders, which makes it very hard for him to hide his misfitness, but he tries. He wears vests and jackets to cover his shoulders and long pants/jeans to exentuate his legs, instead of his arms. He doesn't wear many hats, but he will if he forces himself to one day or another.
For his hunting wear, he usually darkens his clothing, making it either black t-shirts and dark jeans or dark under-armor with some kind of cover-up that is dark, like a blue, brown or black. He doesn't like to carry much bagage, but he wears a belt that carries his items that help him fight vampires and werewolves. Like batman, almost.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
Dislikes:
Ambition(s):To find a way to kill all vampires, To find his best friend who ran off, To fall in love
Fear(s):Being killed while in battle, Having a broken heart, Having a replay of the day he lost his mother
Flaws: Spastic, Impulsive, Clumsy, and Likes to flirt with every girl he sees.
p e r s o n a l i t y
He has a very spastic, clumsy, and impulsive way of living, although he loves to do his job. He is hardworking, and is generally a happy person, although what happened to him is dreadful. He has a strange attraction to unavailable women and loves messing with people(pranks). He is a childish person who lives on the edge and laughs at almost anything. He tries to forget the things that had happened in the past and his motto is "Stay in the spotlight, because if you don't, then you'll be forgotten." His friends were back in his hometown and he left them all on command to find his best friend from his town. He had had the same teacher as his friend and knew him very well. He is a friendly person, but his stifling appearence scares people, although he may be the sweetest guy you ever meet.
He was a popular person in his mentor's group, because people got to know him and people didn't judge him by how he looked. His age, not to mention, helped with his popularity with the girls. He loves to flirt with girls, except for werewolf and vampire women. He had always been considered a womanizer, but he knew he wasn't. He pleaded that he would tret any girl right who would be with him, and that's when his popularity flurished. But, when he left, he had been single, which was good, so he could be free out there in the real world that he had only seen in glimpses.
h i s t o r y
Ayre grew up in Henrietta, Oklahoma and was born in 1983. His life began simple, living in a small town with his parents. Simple was his forever word, until April of 1994. Ayre had grown up in a large family of vampire hunters and had always thought of werewolves and vampires to be evil. In his own household, you weren't allowed to speak of the word. His father tought him everything until he turned the age of fifteen, when he and his father and the rest of the family were going to initiate Ayre into the family "business".
It was the day of Ayre's birthday when he was bound for his family's business. He had been excited for it since he was 8, and it was supposed to be his lucky day. Supposed to be. During the coronation, a ravenous vampire attacked Henrietta and his father and some others went to help. His mother stayed with him to assure Ayre his and his father's safety. His mother was wrong. When the attack was over and the clan returned to the initiation, his father did not come back. They said that he had been bitten and had been taken away. He was alive when he was taken, and they didn't know if he was transformed or if he was already dead. They said, knowing his father, he would rather die than be a vampire.
A couple of years later, his mother committed suicide, not being able to take the pain of losing her husband. It wasn't like she had waited for Ayre to leave before she did. He had seen the whole thing, every minute of it. His mother had a knife, his father's pocket knife, in her room and at about noon on a saturday on Ayre's birthday, the anniversary of his father's death, she slit her own throat and died on her bedroom floor while Ayre was watching from a crack in the door. He was at the age of 17.
He was immediately taken in by Stefan Joangrogri, his newly found mentor. Stefan kept an orphanage for boys and girls whose families had been slaughtered by vampires. He also held classes for anyone who wanted to be a hunter. Ayre went the frst chance he got and learned new techniques and all brand new ways to fight off vampires, while still holding onto the old ways of his family's generations.
A couple of years later a young boy moved in, his name was Galient and Ayre immediately had a connection with him. Not a weird one, nothing romantic, but one that was an immediate friendship. The boy was only 9, but Ayre felt like he could teach this boy new things he never knew if he was interested. Apparently he was, because he took classes and Stefan noticed Ayre and Galient's connection. He rewarded Ayre as Galient's private mentor. Ayre's teachings were thorough and had tought Galient until he was 18. They had become friends somewhere along the way, although he didn't know when. All he knew was that that relationship would last a very long time.
So, now he is searching for Galient and happened to end up in the very same town, where he smells trouble around himalmost every inch. He wonders if Galient could be here, and if he was, was he dead or alive?
Other: He likes to play Rugby, He has had almost 24 girlfriends in his life, and he loves to be called "sir."
R P p r e v i e w
Ayre pulled the trigger on his silver-bullet gun, aiming toward the swift creature. He didn't miss. It hit the werewolf straight through the head and it splattered blood on the ground. He hadn't meant to. He didn't want to, but he had to. The werewolf was chasing him! What had he been supposed to do? Let it kill him?! Ayre sighed and looked behind him, glancing toward the frightened Galient.
"You ok, kid?" Ayre asked Galient, staring at the blood on Galient's shoes. Galient's eyes were wide, like the full moon above them and he nodded toward Ayre, motioning a yes. Ayre laughed nervously and half-smiled. "It's okay, it's dead. You can move, Galient." Galient shook his head and stared at the humongous wolf. Ayre guessed neither he nor Galient had any grudges on werewolves, so they had both been frightened when it had started to run down trees and chase them, trying to kill them and growling like a rabid dog. Maybe Galient understood that Ayre had shot the poor creature not because he hated them, because that was certainly not true, or if Galient thought he really had shot it just for the fun.
Ayre took a step toward Galient and offered his hand to him, wanting to help him up. Galient grabbed his hand and stood, brushing off his clothes and looking at his shoes. He grimaced, and Ayre chuckled, "These were new, too." Galient said squeakishly in his maturing voice(he was 15). Ayre scratched his head and laughed a bit louder.
"Come on, squeaky, we can always get you new ones." Ayre said as he walked past Galient, heading back toward the orpahage.
Do you play any other characters here? Nope.
g e n e r a l
Full Name: Ayre Tristansi
Nickname(s): Ayre(Air)
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Occupation: Traveling Hunter(for vampires, werewolves and animals)
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Single
a p p e a r a n c e
Ayre is a, I guess you could say, a modern cowboy. He doesn't round up cattle or livestock, but he dresses in a western type way. His eyes are a deep brown color and his hair is always tousled and full of life. His body is broad-shouldered and tall, making him stand out in a crowd. If that weren't enough, he has devilishly good looks and a bright smile, which makes him even more stand-outish. He doesn't wear cowboy hats and he only wears hiking boots, so he dosn't come across as a western boy. And in reality, he isn't. He just looks like one from a couple of odd pieces in his wardrobe.
He also likes to jazz things up and wear weird outfits with jewelry on occasion, so it's not often that he does this. He sometimes wears an ear piercing, but its scarcely seen because of his hair, so he's very rebellious. He not always looks like an ordinary person, because he likes to darken it up for when he goes hutning.
s t y l e
Ayre likes to wear odd pieces of clothing wih normal items, making his wardrobe seem a bit 80's. He doesn't like a lot of bright colors though, because it makes him less noticeable. He's got strong, bold shoulders, which makes it very hard for him to hide his misfitness, but he tries. He wears vests and jackets to cover his shoulders and long pants/jeans to exentuate his legs, instead of his arms. He doesn't wear many hats, but he will if he forces himself to one day or another.
For his hunting wear, he usually darkens his clothing, making it either black t-shirts and dark jeans or dark under-armor with some kind of cover-up that is dark, like a blue, brown or black. He doesn't like to carry much bagage, but he wears a belt that carries his items that help him fight vampires and werewolves. Like batman, almost.
o t h e r s t u f f
Likes:
- Cherry Pie
- Girls
- Drums
- Humans
- Smiling
Dislikes:
- Pecan Pie
- Boys with high-pitched voices
- Panflutes/Harmonicas
- Vampires
- Sadness
Ambition(s):To find a way to kill all vampires, To find his best friend who ran off, To fall in love
Fear(s):Being killed while in battle, Having a broken heart, Having a replay of the day he lost his mother
Flaws: Spastic, Impulsive, Clumsy, and Likes to flirt with every girl he sees.
p e r s o n a l i t y
He has a very spastic, clumsy, and impulsive way of living, although he loves to do his job. He is hardworking, and is generally a happy person, although what happened to him is dreadful. He has a strange attraction to unavailable women and loves messing with people(pranks). He is a childish person who lives on the edge and laughs at almost anything. He tries to forget the things that had happened in the past and his motto is "Stay in the spotlight, because if you don't, then you'll be forgotten." His friends were back in his hometown and he left them all on command to find his best friend from his town. He had had the same teacher as his friend and knew him very well. He is a friendly person, but his stifling appearence scares people, although he may be the sweetest guy you ever meet.
He was a popular person in his mentor's group, because people got to know him and people didn't judge him by how he looked. His age, not to mention, helped with his popularity with the girls. He loves to flirt with girls, except for werewolf and vampire women. He had always been considered a womanizer, but he knew he wasn't. He pleaded that he would tret any girl right who would be with him, and that's when his popularity flurished. But, when he left, he had been single, which was good, so he could be free out there in the real world that he had only seen in glimpses.
h i s t o r y
Ayre grew up in Henrietta, Oklahoma and was born in 1983. His life began simple, living in a small town with his parents. Simple was his forever word, until April of 1994. Ayre had grown up in a large family of vampire hunters and had always thought of werewolves and vampires to be evil. In his own household, you weren't allowed to speak of the word. His father tought him everything until he turned the age of fifteen, when he and his father and the rest of the family were going to initiate Ayre into the family "business".
It was the day of Ayre's birthday when he was bound for his family's business. He had been excited for it since he was 8, and it was supposed to be his lucky day. Supposed to be. During the coronation, a ravenous vampire attacked Henrietta and his father and some others went to help. His mother stayed with him to assure Ayre his and his father's safety. His mother was wrong. When the attack was over and the clan returned to the initiation, his father did not come back. They said that he had been bitten and had been taken away. He was alive when he was taken, and they didn't know if he was transformed or if he was already dead. They said, knowing his father, he would rather die than be a vampire.
A couple of years later, his mother committed suicide, not being able to take the pain of losing her husband. It wasn't like she had waited for Ayre to leave before she did. He had seen the whole thing, every minute of it. His mother had a knife, his father's pocket knife, in her room and at about noon on a saturday on Ayre's birthday, the anniversary of his father's death, she slit her own throat and died on her bedroom floor while Ayre was watching from a crack in the door. He was at the age of 17.
He was immediately taken in by Stefan Joangrogri, his newly found mentor. Stefan kept an orphanage for boys and girls whose families had been slaughtered by vampires. He also held classes for anyone who wanted to be a hunter. Ayre went the frst chance he got and learned new techniques and all brand new ways to fight off vampires, while still holding onto the old ways of his family's generations.
A couple of years later a young boy moved in, his name was Galient and Ayre immediately had a connection with him. Not a weird one, nothing romantic, but one that was an immediate friendship. The boy was only 9, but Ayre felt like he could teach this boy new things he never knew if he was interested. Apparently he was, because he took classes and Stefan noticed Ayre and Galient's connection. He rewarded Ayre as Galient's private mentor. Ayre's teachings were thorough and had tought Galient until he was 18. They had become friends somewhere along the way, although he didn't know when. All he knew was that that relationship would last a very long time.
So, now he is searching for Galient and happened to end up in the very same town, where he smells trouble around himalmost every inch. He wonders if Galient could be here, and if he was, was he dead or alive?
Other: He likes to play Rugby, He has had almost 24 girlfriends in his life, and he loves to be called "sir."
R P p r e v i e w
Ayre pulled the trigger on his silver-bullet gun, aiming toward the swift creature. He didn't miss. It hit the werewolf straight through the head and it splattered blood on the ground. He hadn't meant to. He didn't want to, but he had to. The werewolf was chasing him! What had he been supposed to do? Let it kill him?! Ayre sighed and looked behind him, glancing toward the frightened Galient.
"You ok, kid?" Ayre asked Galient, staring at the blood on Galient's shoes. Galient's eyes were wide, like the full moon above them and he nodded toward Ayre, motioning a yes. Ayre laughed nervously and half-smiled. "It's okay, it's dead. You can move, Galient." Galient shook his head and stared at the humongous wolf. Ayre guessed neither he nor Galient had any grudges on werewolves, so they had both been frightened when it had started to run down trees and chase them, trying to kill them and growling like a rabid dog. Maybe Galient understood that Ayre had shot the poor creature not because he hated them, because that was certainly not true, or if Galient thought he really had shot it just for the fun.
Ayre took a step toward Galient and offered his hand to him, wanting to help him up. Galient grabbed his hand and stood, brushing off his clothes and looking at his shoes. He grimaced, and Ayre chuckled, "These were new, too." Galient said squeakishly in his maturing voice(he was 15). Ayre scratched his head and laughed a bit louder.
"Come on, squeaky, we can always get you new ones." Ayre said as he walked past Galient, heading back toward the orpahage.
Do you play any other characters here? Nope.