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| − | * '''[[Basil]]''' | + | * '''[[Basil A Utridge|Basil]]''' - No one could love him as much as he loves himself. There are some words that are never spoken. There are some things that should never be broken. |
| − | * '''[[Ophelia]]''' | + | * '''[[Ophelia]]''' - There are some lives worth saving. Some sacrifices worth making. Some things even visions can't predict. |
| − | * '''[[Grey]]''' | + | * '''[[Grey]]''' - Shadows we were once, moving in sync, attached, shifting when the light shone upon us. Can a severed shadow be reclaimed? Peter Pan would have it so, but those are only stories, aren't they? |
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| − | '''[https://www.youtube.com/ Artist - Title]''' | + | '''[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6D4mxbUnmg RUSH - Double Agent]''' |
| − | :''Lyrics'' | + | :''On the edge of sleep,'' |
| | + | :''I heard voices behind the door'' |
| | + | :''The known and the nameless,'' |
| | + | :''Familiar and faceless'' |
| | + | :''My angels and my demons at war'' |
| | + | :''Which one will lose - depends on what I choose'' |
| | + | :''Or maybe which voice I ignore'' |
| | + | :''Wilderness of mirrors'' |
| | + | :''Streets of cold desire'' |
| | + | :''My precious sense of honor'' |
| | + | :''Just a shield of rusty wire'' |
| | + | :''I hold against the chaos'' |
| | + | :''And the cross of holy fire'' |
| | + | :''Wilderness of mirrors'' |
| | + | :''So easy to deceive'' |
| | + | :''My precious sense of rightness'' |
| | + | :''Is sometimes so naive'' |
| | + | :''So that which I imagine'' |
| | + | :''Is that which I believe'' |
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| Tristan Darrow
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A new arrival in town, Tristan Darrow is a professor of Literature. He may be many other things, but a professor of Literature is what he is known as.
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| RP Hooks
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- Professor of Literature - He likes old books and poetry, creative writing and the arts.
- New in Town - He arrived very recently and as such is not a member of the local Freehold.
- Spy (Inconspicuous 3) - He has been a Knight of the Widow's walk for the better part of a decade but he keeps his business on the down low. The very down low.
- Harrow - An R.O.U.S. (Raven of Unusual Size) who is his constant companion. The bird's a little creepy, but then so is most of the company that Tristan keeps.
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| Contacts
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- Basil - No one could love him as much as he loves himself. There are some words that are never spoken. There are some things that should never be broken.
- Ophelia - There are some lives worth saving. Some sacrifices worth making. Some things even visions can't predict.
- Grey - Shadows we were once, moving in sync, attached, shifting when the light shone upon us. Can a severed shadow be reclaimed? Peter Pan would have it so, but those are only stories, aren't they?
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| Profile
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| Full Name:
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Tristan Darrow
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| Played By:
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Ben Barnes
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| Appears As:
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Tristan
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| Date of Birth:
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October 8, 1987
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| Apparent Age:
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Late 20s/Early 30s
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| Occupation:
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Professor of Literature
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| Virtue:
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Determined
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| Vice:
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Hedonistic
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| Template:
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Changeling
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| Keeper:
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The Chronicler of the Shifting Sands
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| Court:
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Autumn Court
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| Seeming:
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Darkling
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| Kiths:
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Antiquarian
Mirrorskin
Telluric
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| Entitlement:
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Knights of the Widow's Walk
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| Freehold
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None Yet
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| Motley:
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None Yet
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| Soundtrack
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RUSH - Double Agent
- On the edge of sleep,
- I heard voices behind the door
- The known and the nameless,
- Familiar and faceless
- My angels and my demons at war
- Which one will lose - depends on what I choose
- Or maybe which voice I ignore
- Wilderness of mirrors
- Streets of cold desire
- My precious sense of honor
- Just a shield of rusty wire
- I hold against the chaos
- And the cross of holy fire
- Wilderness of mirrors
- So easy to deceive
- My precious sense of rightness
- Is sometimes so naive
- So that which I imagine
- Is that which I believe
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