Desires: A good, fulfilling life, great friends, and good mead.
Fears: Losing any more of the people he cares about, another Calamity.
Favorite Food: Meats, cheeses, pasta, and crusty breads.
Least Favorite Food: Onions.
Drinking / Drug Habits: Drinks nightly, never gets drunk except amongst friends. No drugs.
Basic Nature: Comes off cocky, doesn't let many into his trust without earning it, cold at times.
A Brief History: A deep-tanned Elezen with an icy stare and a warm smile, Tristan never had it easy growing up. As an orphan raised on farmland in the Central Shroud, his childhood was naught but grueling labor. Finally steeling his resolve when he was 15, he fled from his only-known home, dreams of the high seas playing across his thoughts thanks to retired sailors passing through. He found himself a cabin boy upon a merchant ship, and with the help of the elder sailors, he soon took to the lance as if he were born with the pole arm in his hands.
Over time, the child became a man, and soon grew to enjoy ravaging the seas with the boisterous crew. Never having a family name of his own, the ship's Matriarch bestowed her own upon him, and they became lovers for a time.
Five years later, he's now a mercenary, taking coin for kills. His loyalties lay with no one but himself, his rum, his Lesser Panda named Vicious, and the occasional warm body that might share his bed. Unknown to him, his true life's adventure has only just begun.