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NAME: Tristan Crowe
DOB: July 2, 1965
AGE: 51 (claims to be 21)
SPECIES: Hybrid (Demon/Human)
ABILITIES: Smoke Manipulation
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
MARITAL STATUS:Single
DOB: July 2, 1965
AGE: 51 (claims to be 21)
SPECIES: Hybrid (Demon/Human)
ABILITIES: Smoke Manipulation
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
MARITAL STATUS:Single
appearance
SEXY AF.
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history
Tristan Crowe was born the only son between two very different creatures in existence. His father was a demon, Lucifer's brother, known by the name of Belial. His power as a demon made him superior over the human race; so when his mother gave birth to him, she died shortly after. As a mere mortal, an offspring with any demonic heritage made childbirth especially difficult on a human mother. Tristan was only half of his father's line and, while this made him superior to most of his human company, he missed his mother dearly.
It was unfair to be without a mother growing up. He was raised by witches, but he knew they were not his family by blood. He was watched closely. He was studied each moment of each day to see how he would progress. Not only was he studied for the sake of his health, like first steps, first driving lesson and his senior prom... he was observed for the sake of his soul. Eternity was something he thought little about because he did not know what to make of it. Told of the light's agonizing effect on a person's soul, how it pressured one into conformity and eternal slavery, he feared it. He loathed it and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He did not mind the darkness, and he became like one with his father in the art of deception. For as he grew into a young adult, he ran into a few friends from college who introduced him to their faith. It was a gradual introduction, nothing dramatic, and it happened over the course of several months. A mention of a church event here, an invitation to join him somewhere else. He always declined and did so as discretely as possible in knowing his father would never like such news. His humanity got in the way of his emotions and he never wanted to see a human lose their life on his behalf. He even pushed away from the friends, but he found what left a bitter taste in his mouth gradually lost what made it taste so poorly. Was he curious about such a thing? He was and he did his absolute best in hiding his curiosity.
He never touched a bible, he physically couldn't because of the agony it drew him, but he listened in on his friends' conversations and religious debates. He would seat himself at the booth behind him at a restaurant, as to innocently sit with a cup of coffee, and let his ears itch at their words. While he was a master at deception, those who raised him caught on rather quickly of his learning. Then suddenly both of his friends lost their lives in a car crash and he was forced to transfer to an off-site campus. It was by no mistake that this came about.
It was unfair to be without a mother growing up. He was raised by witches, but he knew they were not his family by blood. He was watched closely. He was studied each moment of each day to see how he would progress. Not only was he studied for the sake of his health, like first steps, first driving lesson and his senior prom... he was observed for the sake of his soul. Eternity was something he thought little about because he did not know what to make of it. Told of the light's agonizing effect on a person's soul, how it pressured one into conformity and eternal slavery, he feared it. He loathed it and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He did not mind the darkness, and he became like one with his father in the art of deception. For as he grew into a young adult, he ran into a few friends from college who introduced him to their faith. It was a gradual introduction, nothing dramatic, and it happened over the course of several months. A mention of a church event here, an invitation to join him somewhere else. He always declined and did so as discretely as possible in knowing his father would never like such news. His humanity got in the way of his emotions and he never wanted to see a human lose their life on his behalf. He even pushed away from the friends, but he found what left a bitter taste in his mouth gradually lost what made it taste so poorly. Was he curious about such a thing? He was and he did his absolute best in hiding his curiosity.
He never touched a bible, he physically couldn't because of the agony it drew him, but he listened in on his friends' conversations and religious debates. He would seat himself at the booth behind him at a restaurant, as to innocently sit with a cup of coffee, and let his ears itch at their words. While he was a master at deception, those who raised him caught on rather quickly of his learning. Then suddenly both of his friends lost their lives in a car crash and he was forced to transfer to an off-site campus. It was by no mistake that this came about.
abilities
Tristan has the ability to creature, shape and manipulate smoke. He can create smoke from nothing and manipulate an existing source of smoke. With this ability, he can bend the shape of the product according to his will.
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