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* '''[[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]'''
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'''[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6D4mxbUnmg RUSH - Double Agent]'''
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:''On the edge of sleep,''
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:''I heard voices behind the door''
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:''The known and the nameless,''
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:''Familiar and faceless''
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:''My angels and my demons at war''
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:''Which one will lose - depends on what I choose''
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:''Or maybe which voice I ignore''
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:''Wilderness of mirrors''
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:''Streets of cold desire''
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:''My precious sense of honor''
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:''Just a shield of rusty wire''
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:''I hold against the chaos''
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:''And the cross of holy fire''
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:''Wilderness of mirrors''
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:''So easy to deceive''
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:''My precious sense of rightness''
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:''Is sometimes so naive''
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:''So that which I imagine''
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Revision as of 09:23, 25 March 2017



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Tristan Darrow

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.

RP Hooks
  • 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.
Contacts
  • 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?
Gallery

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Profile
Full Name: Tristan Darrow
Played By: Ben Barnes
Appears As: Tristan
Date of Birth: October 8, 1987
Apparent Age: Late 20s/Early 30s
Occupation: Professor of Literature
Virtue: Determined
Vice: Hedonistic
Template: Changeling
Keeper: The Chronicler of the Shifting Sands
Court: Autumn Court
Seeming: Darkling
Kiths: Antiquarian
Mirrorskin
Telluric
Entitlement: Knights of the Widow's Walk
Freehold None Yet
Motley: None Yet
Soundtrack

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
Logs