Tristana Syvorn

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tristana syvorn

"This will be my last confession; I love you never felt like any blessing.
Whisper it like it's a secret, only to condemn the one who hears it,
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Tell me a bit about yourself...

Name:: Tristana Syvorn
Gender:: Female
Age:: Twenty-three
Race:: Hybrid; mainly dwarf.
Affiliation:: Herself.

Looks are not everything...

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Height:: 5’2’’
Weight:: 123
Hair Color:: A darker brown tint at the top, as you get to the ends of the hair it gets blonde. Rarely pulled back.
Eye Color:: Green gray and occasionally soulless.
Skin Color:: Caucasian; fair skin, burns easily.
Body Structure:: Slight, feminine.
Clothing/Other:: Simple dresses, ribbons to give them more color.

People can be altered...

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Likes::

• Baby animals
  
• Dark colors
  
• Kindness
  

Dislikes::

• Hatred
  
• Some men
  
• Melodrama
  

Personality:: Tristana is a true introvert. She rarely speaks unless spoken to. Being a smaller girl, she tends to hide herself away from danger. Due to a problem she had in her past, she doesn’t really like communicating with others. It takes a lot to get her to trust you. Much, much more for her to smile, laugh, or even joke a bit. Another reason she stays in seclusion is to avoid drama and the dilemmas of people who have busy lives. She’d rather not be caught up in all of the hustle of people with so called ‘normal’ lives.
When she’s off by herself, she’ll occasionally sing or do something with nature. She is very good at handcrafting items, like sewing and woodwork. Tristana is someone who runs from all signs of hostility; she simply is uncomfortable around someone who is angry or upset. Emotions are not her friends.

My life the blank page in a book...

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Parents:: Tristan and Ava, separated at a young age. Status unknown.
Birthday:: December 12th.
History:: December 12th was a day Ava had been dreading. She knew that Tristan wasn’t going to be very happy about a loud, obnoxious child. Luckily, that wasn’t too much of a problem. Tristana was more of a quiet child, only crying if it was necessary. Her mother took special care to keep her clean, fed, and calm.

When Tristana got older, however, things changed. Her father became something like a slave driver; he forced Ava and Tristana to do his bidding. If they disobeyed, they were whipped. As a result of this, the young girl gained multiple scars across her back. Trying to protect her young daughter, Ava took her away to a distant relative; an old dwarf called Gorlog.

Gorlog had a reputation for being a stubborn old coot; he would never bow to any man, couldn’t stop fighting with others, and was a bit of a rude person. Because of his brash personality, he lived off in a secluded part of the mountains. There he raised Tristana as he would have if she was his own daughter. This is where she learned to whittle, to cook, to sew, and so on.

Gorlog soon became her father, one of the few people she trusted.
Although Gorlog was male, the young girl was always wary of other males. Many scared her, and because of this, she was never apt to converse with any potential suitors.

At the age of 19, Gorlog passed away. Devastated, Tristana took up the little cabin despite the memories it held. She now calls it home.

Behind my face...

Your Title:: Captain
Name in the C-Box:: o0napoleon0o
RP Experience:: Long
RP Sample:: Never.
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