Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 2:27:43 GMT
Parents: Sir Kay x ?
Name: Tristan
Gender: M
Age: 16
Physical Appearance: Tall, (already close to six feet tall) and muscular with broad shoulders. He looks a lot like his father looked at his age, right down ti the narrow face, and bright red hair. One difference is Tristan's chin isn't quite as long as Kay's, and he has thicker, darker eyebrows than his father. Typically wears a red tunic over a chain mail shirt, a mail hood, a conical steel helm, white trousers and undershirt, and brown boots. A leather sword-belt is wrapped around his waist. His sword has a gilded handle and scabbard.
Personality: A bit headstrong, but completely loyal to anyone of superior status. While not as rude or boorish as his father was, he can be rather dismissive of anyone of a lower social standing. Courageous and stalwart, he took to swordsmanship, and the rest of his knightly duties, quicker than Kay ever did.
Backstory/History: The night after Arthur pulled the sword from the stone, Kay stopped by a tavern, in need of a drink after all of the rather confusing events of the day. But one drink turned into two, and before long Kay was completely sloshed. Awaking the next morning in bed with a strange woman, Kay, careful not to wake her, simply left, and didn't mention the incident to anybody.
Six years later, his son, Tristan, arrived at Sir Ector's castle, along with a note from his mother. She had raised him as best she could, and when he was of the right age, sent him to learn how to be a knight from his father. Sir Ector, furious with his son, opted to train the boy himself, partially because Tristan was his grandson, and partially because he still felt a bit guilty over how he had treated Arthur.
At the age of twelve, Tristan became a squire, serving under his father, and at times, his grandfather, as he continued to learn everything expected of a knight. For the next four years, he trained, learned, and served, gaining a good reputation in King Arthur's court. And, when the boy turned sixteen, Arthur himself oversaw his knighting ceremony.
But Sir Tristan's joy was short-lived. In a blinding flash of light, he suddenly found himself outside Maplehill, beset by a horde of zombies. Drawing his sword, he cut his way through the horde, quickly scaling the wall, and making his way inside.
Name: Tristan
Gender: M
Age: 16
Physical Appearance: Tall, (already close to six feet tall) and muscular with broad shoulders. He looks a lot like his father looked at his age, right down ti the narrow face, and bright red hair. One difference is Tristan's chin isn't quite as long as Kay's, and he has thicker, darker eyebrows than his father. Typically wears a red tunic over a chain mail shirt, a mail hood, a conical steel helm, white trousers and undershirt, and brown boots. A leather sword-belt is wrapped around his waist. His sword has a gilded handle and scabbard.
Personality: A bit headstrong, but completely loyal to anyone of superior status. While not as rude or boorish as his father was, he can be rather dismissive of anyone of a lower social standing. Courageous and stalwart, he took to swordsmanship, and the rest of his knightly duties, quicker than Kay ever did.
Backstory/History: The night after Arthur pulled the sword from the stone, Kay stopped by a tavern, in need of a drink after all of the rather confusing events of the day. But one drink turned into two, and before long Kay was completely sloshed. Awaking the next morning in bed with a strange woman, Kay, careful not to wake her, simply left, and didn't mention the incident to anybody.
Six years later, his son, Tristan, arrived at Sir Ector's castle, along with a note from his mother. She had raised him as best she could, and when he was of the right age, sent him to learn how to be a knight from his father. Sir Ector, furious with his son, opted to train the boy himself, partially because Tristan was his grandson, and partially because he still felt a bit guilty over how he had treated Arthur.
At the age of twelve, Tristan became a squire, serving under his father, and at times, his grandfather, as he continued to learn everything expected of a knight. For the next four years, he trained, learned, and served, gaining a good reputation in King Arthur's court. And, when the boy turned sixteen, Arthur himself oversaw his knighting ceremony.
But Sir Tristan's joy was short-lived. In a blinding flash of light, he suddenly found himself outside Maplehill, beset by a horde of zombies. Drawing his sword, he cut his way through the horde, quickly scaling the wall, and making his way inside.
