This is only a concept so far.
Name: Tristyn Talis (Real name Tristyn Sivenwood)
Age: 77 (can live to be 400)
Class/Profession: Psychic Warrior
Personality: Arrogant, rude, crude, quiet, often self centered, can be a belligerent drunk. Yet once you get to know him he can be the sweetest guy. He'll sacrifice anything to make sure someone is safe, even if it doesn't benefit him, yet he'll grumble about it forever.
History/Bio: At 23 years of age Tristyn was set to wed a full blooded elf, a woman of immense beauty that he even wondered how he came upon this chance. Tristyn was the youngest of 3, bastard born of an elven king who fell in love with a common tavern wench. Some said it was old age, but others claimed blasphemy and ignorance set the kings mind to stray. Tristyn fell as the soul heir to the throne, after his elder sister, a priestess of the goddess of the moon declined the chance to seat the throne. Tristyns brother would have fell next in line if he were still alive. The prince's older brother died leading the blockade against the northern waste known as the demonlands. The Sivenwood Kingdom was the last hope the held the demonlands at bay from spilling into the world of civilization. Years of battles and wars proved to be in the favor of the elves. The young prince took to his wife like water and they were inseparable, for years they were found at each others side, and for many years she would see him off to his battles. He was raised to be a proud warrior, his skill was unmatched for miles around and it was often said the soul of his brother lived on through him.
His only child came weeks before he was to be announced king. At the age of 35, his years were young, and he would have been a fine king. If it weren't for the night invasion, the night the world ended, the night his world ended. The day prior to his coronation, a grand feast was held in his honor, and the festivities went late into the night. As most were turning in for the night, the walls shook with hatred and fury. The bombardments came from the darkness, the castle was under attack once more. However this time things were inside. Tristyn watched as waiters and slaves became demons attacking common folk all about. It didn't take long for the castle to fall and the flames to take them. That night he lost his wife, he lost his child, he lost everything and everyone. The only reason he lived was because something in him snapped. His eyes became lights as his mind screamed, all else was darkness. When he awoke, it was days later, and the pains of fire burno shot through his torso. Climbing from the ruble he was the only survivor, something he wasn't proud of. Years of drunken nights and selling his sword hand soon drowned out the memories. He wasnt sure if he could ever find love or peace again, then the letter came to him in his dreams.
Extra Notes: One who turns the mind’s potential to the warrior’s art is known as a psychic warrior. Where psions devote themselves wholly to the development of mind-engendered abilities, psychic warriors give emphasis to the development of the body. With mental and physical energy working in union, the psychic warrior strives toward martial perfection. The sword, axe, and bow are physical tools that psychic warriors embrace along with their psionic abilities. Well trained in both physical and psionic matters, the psychic warrior is a formidable adversary.
Fears: Fire, Being alone, seeing his child still alive.
Casual Ons: Reading, exotic women, animals, mediating.
Casual Offs: mouthy women, stupidity
Sexual Ons: exotic women, rough women who can take charge at times, women with a little hair down there, footplay, (my ons)
Sexual Offs: Rape, gore, (my offs)