guidelines,
Vanto. 31. he / they. MST. Villain enthusiast and yapper supreme. ❤️🫐
ONE. I'm mutuals only and 21+. If I follow you first, I'll probably send you a meme to break the ice and get writing. I softblock if we haven't interacted for two months, but interactions don't equal writing; chatting, sending memes and replying to posts count just as much. Finally, please at least have a name, age and rules page listed or I won't follow you back.
NOTE A. If you recognize Tristan as a character, s'up. He's divorced from his original source material and is now confined to however many other verses I write up for him, mainly Cyberpunk 2077. He is a non - V character, though he will have a verse following V's storyline eventually.(If you're wondering how many times I'm gonna write Tristan, the answer is yes.) NOTE B. It goes without saying, but if I follow you, I want to write with you! If I feel like we could get up to shenanigans, no matter the source material, I will manifest inside your cupboards. Chatting, plotting and discovering common interests goes a long way with me!
two. I use standard sized text. I avoid flowery purple prose and heavy formatting; if I have to use a thesaurus to decode your reply or your formatting puts strain on my vision (heavily spaced / formatted text, lots of coloring, etc), I will be uninterested. I'm a staunch supporter of accessibility over aesthetics. English is my second language, so you're more than welcome here as an ESL writer! three. some activity stipulations, oops! i'm highly unlikely to follow you if there's not a lot of writing on your blog or if it's treated as almost a personal blog. the same way you're free to post what you want, i'm free to curate my dashboard, and I prefer seeing writing activity. It's what the hobby's about, after all. four. STANDARD SOCIAL ETIQUETTE APPLIES, aka, please be fucking normal. Communicate, be considerate, have some thoughts about what you write and what you put out there. When I say I encourage communication, I mean it: I want to be spoken to, especially if issues arise; we're grown adults, and we should be able to talk things out as such.
note c. ANON IS OFF. I have zero tolerance for how comfortable some of y'all are being nasty. Sorry to the positive fellas, but I err on the side of caution.
five. for transparency, this used to be a fandom dni but i'm gonna stay this instead now: I block liberally, especially if you're from a fandom I don't really jive with. Nothing personal, I just don't trust the algorithm like that anymore. six. ㅤcontent warnings for: heavy discussions of blood and violence, unresolved grief, genre typical grit, occasional body horror. Tristan is a highly violent character, both by nature and by the kind of lifestyle he leads; I'm highly unlikely to play this down. nine times out of ten, he'll be neck deep in muck and blood; that's just how it be! seven. ㅤi have a single DNI and that's Tuvalo / Valo / Smokey (@docruor / canivo and whatever her urls are now), so I'm gonna steer clear of you if you write with them lmao. If I happen to follow you first and this applies to you, feel free to block me; I won't take it personally. eight. PLEASE RESPECT MY ACTIVITY. I work in health care, which is exhausting, and therefore I manage my messages at varying speeds. I am not ignoring you, I promise. Lastly, I DO NOT GIVE OUT MY DISCORD SIMPLY TO PLOT. I know tumblr IMs can be a pain in the ass, but I prefer OOC chemistry before sharing discords.
carrd template by zero.
#NC248579-D.
2041 - 2075.
YOU WOULDN'T KNOW LOOKING AT HIM, but Tristan has that neon - lit blood so characteristic of Night City running through his veins. The Mallorys are a corpo family (real old money, too), rubbing elbows with the upper echelons of NC's society and highly involved with Militech. That big corporation would've been the end goal of Tristan's life path, were it not for the spirit of rebellion that took hold of him since youth. The Net wasn't exactly Tristan's calling, but he preferred surfing it for knowledge over being prepared to take over his father's position in the company. Datapads, too, were constant company. He would've excelled in the military if it wasn't for his apprehension for violence. Ironic.TENSIONS WITHIN THE FAMILY REACH an all - time high when Tristan's father disowns him after a heated argument: Tristan is left a futureless 16 year old boy, a boy that takes his life into his own hands after finishing high - school. Shortly after turning 17, Tristan packs a duffel bag, grabs his motorcycle, and leaves Night City for the Badlands.LIKE THE GONK 17 YEAR OLD that he is, he doesn't account for much, only the desperate need to run away from a home that only wanted him for his potential. It doesn't take him long until misfortune slaps him in the face, and it only gets worse when he runs afoul of the Wraiths. It's real fucking lucky, then, that he retreats right into the arms of the Bakker clan. He's a runaway, an outcast, unwanted in and by Night City and he's got nowhere else to go. The nomads take him.TRISTAN GROWS UP ON THE ROAD, and the years harden him into a competent and surprisingly level - headed man. Still, the first time he killed a Raffen, something in him awoke. It was never a fear of violence that stopped him when he was younger, but rather a fear of what he could be if he gave into it. The Badlands require survivors, and survivors can't afford hesitation. Tristan leans into it: he begins installing what cyberware he can in an effort to be the kind of combatant the Bakkers need him to be.THINGS DON'T LAST LONG IN THE clan, because the death of Selita Bakker catapults them into disarray. Tristan loves the clan. It's been more of a family to him than his blood relations ever could be, and it crumbles before his eyes as leaders come and go, unable to bring stability back. When the Bakkers decide to merge with the Snake Nation, Tristan is among the dissidents that abandons the clan. It hurts. He rips the Bakker patch from his vest, but Bakker pride is a tough thing to kill much like he is. He decides to make his way back to Night City, and in impeccable fashion: a smuggling job that goes wrong. Well, at least he can improvise.
2075 - 2077.
HE'S A DIFFERENT MAN NOWADAYS. He's adapted to Night City and has become a product of it, and now he's a mix of Nomad scrap and city savvy. Plenty of doors opened themselves up to him, and he's crossed through all of them: he's a merc, a solo with a proper spot in Afterlife; he's a smuggler, and a damn good one; he's hired muscle, and the kind nobody wants to fuck with. Tristan fights on occasion too, and by this point is a well - known name among the city's rings. Eddies flow real well whenever he's up in the roster: he's the dragon of Night City, compared to the old mythical creature because of his temper, his ferocity, and his love for a good fight.It's not unusual to see him in Watson and Heywood, taking and giving beatings for eddies as either hired muscle, street fights, legitimate competitions or a mix of all of them. [ Rumor is he almost joined the Animals once, and had to beat the answer into their heads: no. ]OF COURSE, NOT EVERYTHING IS smooth sailing: after so many years of near - uninterrupted violence, Tristan begins to fall under the yoke of cyberpsychosis. Too much chrome, choomba; too much high - octane gigs, and definitely too much blood on your hands. He walks a fine line now between the humanity he holds so dear and the out - of - control killer he knows he could be.HE'S ATTENDING THERAPY, at least. It'd be a shame if something sent him over the edge.
#NC248579-D.
FIRST LAYER.
OLD MONEY IS IN HIS BLOOD, even by Night City standards. Born into the comforts of high society life to a family of corpos and socialites, he was nevertheless at odds with the path set out in front of him: a fusion of the corpo and military lifestyles, the inheritance of his father's job in Militech. It never would have worked out, and to think otherwise would've been self - delusion on his father's part. Tristan rejected his family's expectations, and his slow descent into isolation began. At 16, he was disowned; at 17, he left home for the Badlands, and eventually found his place among the Bakker clan.Years on the road would awaken an inner anger and skill for violence the likes of which are rarely seen. At 18, he kills his first Raffen shiv by beating them to death. He's left the clan by now, one of the dissidents that rejected the Snake Nation and now, Tristan is known as the Red Line, a well - earned codename befitting a violent reputation.Think of the world as a map. Wherever he goes and wherever he has to kill, you can follow his path by the trail of crimson he leaves behind.
name. Tristan Mallory.
Age. 36 - 37.
Date of birth. July 24, 2041.
GENDER. Transgender man (has received gender affirming care + HRT + mastectomy.)
SEXUALITY. Biromantic, grey - asexual; closeted until his early 20s.
ETHNICITY. Mixed: white - Dominican (paternal / maternal sides, respectively).
RELIGION. Raised Catholic Christian, turned agnostic (it also varies with setting). Quite private with how he expresses his beliefs.
LANGUAGES SPOKEN. English, Spanish, Portuguese, some Dutch (the latter two, learned from his mother).
HAIR. Brown, most recently styled into a discreet mullet with a braid behind his left ear.
EYES. A set of steel grey KIROSHI optics, appearing very much like organic eyes.
PHYSICAL BUILD. Wide shoulders and chest, thick thighs and powerful legs. Dangerously fit at first, but regains a healthier physique with time. Stands at 6 feet and 2 inches, weighing just around 200 lbs.
NOTABLE SCARS. Over his left cheekbone, from temple to mouth. | Scarring caused by facial cyberware. | Either side of his trachea, due to cyberware. | Countless others over his body.
second layer.
Those that see past his outward disposition know that Tristan is a deeply complicated man. The embodiment of rage and gentleness existing in the same body, a balance forever threatening to fully tip in one direction or the other. His temper is a fire under control, forever straining against its boundaries, but he nevertheless knows how to remain calm, professional and diplomatic in most situations.
NOTABLE. Empathetic, full of initiative and drive. Understanding, possessed of a dry sense of humor. Open - minded, cunning, surprisingly shrewd. Abrasive when angered.
Combat unearths another side of him, one that his detractors weaponize often. Tristan is vicious, precise, unrelenting and nigh - on sadomasochistic. His berseker tendencies draw from anger and inner intensity, receiving harm only to return it in kind. Blood begets blood, and none know that better than Tristan.
ADDITIONAL INFO.
INSTALLED CYBERWARE. Kerenzikov, Mechatronic Core, Axolotl. | Millitech Berserk OS. | Gorilla Arms. | Kiroshi "The Oracle" optics. | Titanium bones, dense marrow, epimorphic skeleton. | Ballistic Coprocessor. | Revulsor, Adreno - trigger. | Adrenaline booster, microrotors, blood pump. | Carapace, nano - plating, cellular adapter. | Reinforced tendons.Preferred combat style. Up close and personal, preferring engagement with melee weapons and the Gorilla arms. When necessary, Tristan resorts to the Tsunami Arms "Nue" (.45 ACP) and his Rostovic DB - 4 Igla. Worst case scenario, and you really don't want it to get to that point, he'll kill you with his bare hands.RISK OF CYBERPSYCHOSIS. Due to the sheer amount of cyberware he's got installed, Tristan is susceptible to cyberpsychosis; in fact, he's already struggling with symptoms, but is incredibly aware of and careful with his condition. He's able to afford therapy on the back of his prize money and pay from the gigs he takes.
connections,
legend. ❤️ = romantic, ✨ = platonic.
(MINOR) verses,
legend. 🟢 = open to plotting, 🟥 = affiliated / slightly reserved.
BALDUR'S GATE 3 / D&D.
✱ TO THE DEATH, NO SURRENDER. The tale of a disowned son is as old as time. Born to Baldurian nobles and raised to be the scion of the Trevelyan family, Tristan instead took to the road and the adventure and dangers that it brought alongside it. For twelve years, he's part of one too many mercenary companies along the Sword Coast and inner Faerun until one day, he breaks off on his own and returns a changed man. Tristan returns possessed of, and perhaps by as well, a jagged dragon's fang fashioned into a weapon. He returns a barbarian, a bloody fighter constantly struggling to retain the humanity the weapon so desperately wants to sap out of him.He's a lonely figure nowadays, though he doesn't refuse company. A blade for hire, a protector, a savage opponent: time and circumstance force him to change like the seasons, but what remains steadfast is the draconic temperament that Tristan now sports. He can't imagine going home now, not after more than twenty years away from Baldur's Gate.🟥 Of course, that changes when a fucking parasite latches itself onto his brain. Could be worse.
🟥 PLOTTED WITH. ?
TIMELINE. Any kind of D&D crossover + all through the course of BG3.
DRAGON AGE.
✱ THE DRAGON AND THE WOLF. PRIVATE VERSE. DO NOT REQUEST IT UNLESS I'M OKAY WITH IT. It's Tristan's DA shenanigans. If you know, you know; ask me for info if you don't.
ELDEN RING.
✱ THE DRAGON DEVOURS YOU, AND YOU DEVOUR IT. The Red Line, this Tarnished is called. His origins are lost to time, and what remains is a devourer of dragon hearts. His commitment often transforms into the veneration of dragons, and he is a common sight at altars of communion. Wherever dragons live, you will see the remainders of spilled blood human or otherwise. And yet it's easy to think him a mindless brute, someone so lost to the power of dragons that he is no longer sane, but his coherence miraculously remains. He'll even make conversation with you, if you haven't threatened him first or put undue stock into the rumors about him.Think of Igon and his obsession with Bayle, but worse except you can't really tell until it's too late.
THE ELDER SCROLLS V: SKYRIM.
✱ TO REND IS TO DEVOUR. Imperial wanderer, later Dragonborn when declared as such by the Greybeards (or traveling companion to the LDB). Champion of Hircine, werewolf, becomes a member of the Companions. [ Further details TBA, once I play the game again <3. ]
(MAJOR) verses,
legend. 🟢 = open to plotting, 🟥 = affiliated / slightly reserved.
ARCANE / LEAGUE OF LEGENDS.
✱ THE RED LINE ACROSS NOXUS. As the only son of the Trevelyan noble family of Noxus Prime, Tristan should have enjoyed the comforts of his upbringing and he did, but only for a time. The expectation to join the military weighed heavily upon his shoulders, but he rejected the notion time and time again. There are many other ways of serving Noxus, many that don't end in bloodshed, but his father would not have it. At age 18, he smuggled himself out of the nation; his absence resulted in outcry and his public disownment. For years, Tristan is essentially a runaway, narrowly avoiding capture from those who would seek to return him.His actions would catch up to him, but the man who returns to Noxus is not the same as the one who left it. In his desperate travels, Tristan had come across a mighty weapon a jagged fang, fashioned into a warhammer within which lived Kamarghaan. The man who returned Noxus was a darkin host, changed by years of persecution and the blood spilled in self - defense, and a prime candidate to trap within the Reckonings. Tristan's lifelong attempts to escape combat were now proven futile, and for four years he lives and breathes the arena and the violence within it.🟥 After the coup against Emperor Darkwill, the chance to become more presents itself to him in the form of Jericho Swain. The Grand General comes to him ... with a job: to be his bodyguard. From bloody rags to bloody riches, as some would say. Tristan becomes a weapon, an asset, a terrifying addition to the ranks of the Legion. It's the chance to be the red line across Noxian soil.
🟥 PLOTTED WITH. Lordkills' Jericho Swain &. vegakelvins' Darius.
TIMELINE. Mostly season 1 &. the upcoming Noxus - centered series.
MODERN.
✱ WHAT ARE YOU IF NOT THE BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS? Disowned son, traveler off what he stole from his trust fund, boxer and part - time bouncer. These are all stages of Tristan's life, though he lives the last two with some degree of consistency. It's what happens when you disappoint your rich family and deviate from the path they'd chosen for you, and you receive scorn and anger for time and money wasted. Now, the wounds on his face and the pain on his body pay for the small life Tristan's eked out for himself. Paid with blood money, and quite literally.
THE WITCHER.
✱ THE SECRET OF MOUNT GORGON. Dragons are renowned as the greatest threat and enemy humans can face while also being figures of legend, and yet some prefer the pedestrian life. The son of a golden and red dragon pair, the young man known as Tristan Trevelyan masquerades as a traveling mercenary, ostensibly hailing from Zerrikania, but perfect his masquerade is not. Weaknesses in his polymorphic abilities make him stand out, with features such as draconic eyes, noticeably sharper teeth, and scale growths over his body. Armed with basic knowledge, the common man confuses him for a witcher and calls him a monster, both lies he has never cared to dispute. People say his two last known sightings were in Vergen and Loc Muinne, in the company of the Scoia'tael. Where do the roads and the winds take him next?Surprisingly, to the Duchy of Toussaint. After lending his support to Iorveth and Saskia's cause in Upper Aedirn and accompanying the Scoia'tael leader to Loc Muinne, the next few months would be chaos, one that the dragon knew how to weather. Now, having survived the tumultuous third war that shook the North to its core and the violence perpetrated against its non - human inhabitants, Vatrystaenye finds refuge near quiet and idyllic Beauclair, biding his time and slumbering for a short while near the base of Mount Gorgon. When he deems the time to be right, he assumes human form once again and follows the road to Belhaven, soon making his way into the duchy's capital under the guise of a monster slayer. Few people want to associate with him, and to chat even less so, but the eyes of the knights - errant and the ducal guard remain upon him; briefly, he becomes Beauclair's most talked about arrival.
🟥 PLOTTED WITH. Misaentropy's Anna Henrietta and Sc0iatel's Iorweth.
TIMELINE. Books &. games alike; no preference or restriction!