Tristian

Naive and exotic, Tristan is a very quip and curious traveller. Coming far from Amriga, they claim to be on a long pilgrimage, chasing the trails of a mysterious Pink Parade.
*Crack* The sound froze her on the spot. Hands almost full. She couldn't dare look back. The pink liquid slowly poured from the cracks. Her own egg. Her little baby. The shouts snapped her back into reality. There was no time.
...
Conceived and hatched at the Scoria Empire. Tristan was named and fostered by High Priest Hakim like his own surrogate child, at the Serpent’s temple. Although unaware of their true origins, Tristan was raised with close care by the man that claimed to have found their little cracked egg, forgotten at the marble stairways of the temple. It wasn’t a few years into puberty that Tristan showed the first signs of their ruptured shell complications. Erratic behaviour, unstable emotions, vivid hallucinations. Although sporadic, the episodes quickly got in the way of their demanding life as the renowned heir of the High Priest. Frustrated, Hakim resorted to confining Tristan into the temple’s underground for the rest of their education, trying to avoid any more damage being done to his fragile reputation. And so, they continued their studies in reclusion, discarded once again. Away from the sun and their kin for the rest of their childhood. Left all alone to deal with the burdens of their mind. It was during these long years of seclusion Tristan started seeing vivid visions of a masked figure leading an endless pink parade, they were calling to them between the chimes, crooning their gift should not remain buried under the marble. For them, they claimed, Tristan was special. Confused and unable to differentiate reality from delusion, they resisted the melodic call until it became nearly unbearable, the chimes seeping into their very soul, yearning for them to be freed. Defeated, they finally followed the melodies of the masked figure, who lured them deep into the catacombs of the temple, far from the eyes of the sun. There, hidden in the bedrock of the ancient edifice, Cracked, Forgotten, Just like they once were, Was the mask of Masuku. The voices ceased the moment their face touched the cold metal. A perfect fit.
Tristan’s memories are quite a blur after that very moment. They’re not sure when, or even how they left Scoria behind. Their only thought was but the distant chant of a familiar pink parade...
Marching away.


Layla (Yig/Mother/Harlot): Tristan's biological mother, she had been marked as a sacrifice to the tyrant Leviathan. Unknown to anyone but herself, she was pregnant. Fearful for the safety of her heir, she decided to attempt the impossible, and break out of the temple before the ceremony finally took place. Although successful, Layla lost one of her eggs during the escape. She left Sembar soon after, and currently lives with her five children in the secluded hills of Rowan. High Priest Hakim (Yig/Surrogate father/Priest of Leviathan): The one who found the egg a marked sacrifice had lost in her attempt to escape fate. He raised Tristan like his own heir until they started showing signs of mental decay due to the damage they had suffered while hatching.

Year of Birth

50 AS -35 Years old

Eyes

Black

Hair

Ashy blonde

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

White and yellow, scaled

Height

5'6 to 6'2 (Tail)