Tristan : Wher Candidate : Male

Name: Tristan

Age: 33

Season of Birth: Mid autumn

Birth Hold/Weyr: On the road!

Time at Hold/Weyr(s): 3 months

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Rank: Trader, Candidate

Dragon/Wher: N/A

Pets: N/A





Play-By: Matt Ryan

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown-blonde 

Height: 5'11

Build: Rangy

Overall Description: Tristan is, after a fashion, handsome. He is uncommonly clean, even for a member of the Weyr, constantly scrubbed to match Kaantur. He always has an expression of vague dreaminess and disinterest-nothing to do with you, understand, just the fact he's a very busy person and CANNOT be bothered. He would become a Harper, in another time and another world, but that would involve interacting with people in a mature fashion and holding his tongue. He knows he's charismatic, though perhaps a little too much-always running his hands through his hair and winking a little. More often than not, however, he forgets about his appearance and comes out of it when Kaantur announces she refuses to be seen in public with him.





Likes:*Food

*Bad jokes

*New ideas for pickup lines

Dislikes:~Not getting what he wants

~Getting told to stop goofing off

~Boredom

Strengths: *Being snarky

                *Talking to Handlers or Dragonriders

Weaknesses:~Knowing when to back down

                    ~Thinking before he speaks

Overall Description: The most common word to come from Tristan's lips is 'Why not?'. He's reckless, easily bored, mistrustful and one of the most restless people you'll ever meet. He rarely sits entirely still, kicking his legs, twisting around, rocking back and forth...it's easier just to have him sit on the floor, because a chair will be turned over in a matter of seconds. The only time he is not distracted is when he's working- fighting, running, hunting. Then he's concentrated to the point of obsession, and if you aren't Kaantur you had better get used to wither being ignored or having the mother of all eye-rolls directed at you.





Mother: Trikal


Father: Salastan

Siblings: Kaantur, Aoihandler 

Children: None

Background: Tristan was born into a caravan of Holdless, and immediately deposited into then care of his older sister, Kaantur. He didn't really know his parents that well, and nobody particularly cared, as they worked with the other adults in their raids on Traders and Holds. When they died, Kaantur said it was no surprise to her, but it frightened Stan terribly, the knowledge that somebody could really, truly die and not come back later, as lively as before. Their death forced Kaantur to take over raising Tristan entirely, and one supposes she was decent at it. But their personalities never meshed well-Tristan was a goof where Kaantur was focused around work, artistic where Kaantur was a great believer in simplicity, and most of all, frightened of death where Kaantur accepted it. They got along only because they needed each other to survive until they reached civilization, and by that point they were so close in their experiences it didn't make sense to separate.



Work came, work went-honest labor, this time, Kaantur and Stan working together, learning as they traveled. Eventually they fell in with a band of nomadic Wherhandlers, who were making their way North on their annual route. While on their way, a clutch was laid and Kaantur wished to watch. Stan, of course, still dreamed of dragons and lizards, but to Kaantur, where were as good as it got- smart, reliable, and ferocious. Kaantur Impressed a Aoi, who named himself Kaansk (although, at the time of this writing, his name is Kaantursk)



They spent four years on the road with the other Handlers, but eventually Kaantur decided to take their 'family' to Sabishi. It made more sense to stay in one place, under steel and stone, while Thread began to fall. Besides, she always liked the latitude Sabishi was on, and they could set up a life there.