Post by tristan on Jun 28, 2009 22:55:11 GMT -5
•TRISTAN MICHAEL CAINE,
He's slammed seventeen shot glasses down
and whispered silently, kiss me slowly to my death.
But I do know one thing though
bitches, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday,
Monday through Sunday yo'
Maybe i'll love you one day,
maybe we'll someday grow
__________________
-- february 15th
-- seventeen
-- one hundred, seventy-five pounds
-- six feet, two inches
-- blue
-- blond
-- nothing defining really
-- none
• SUSPECT,
witty, outgoing, friendly, stubborn, proud, conceited, honest, charming, hard-working, competitive, cocky, athletic, talented, player, determined, persistant
• PATTERN,
sex, pizza, basketball, football, hanging out with friends, running, flirting, getting girls he cant get, girls, parties, reading, sleeping, drinking
• MOTIVE,
hangovers, losers, chocolate, caprice, soccer, golf, country music, the jonas brothers, hypocrites, laziness, being bored, problematic girls, drama, girl-less nights, death
• FREEDOM,
sports, good in bed, can be relied on, remembers almost everything, very charming
• HANDCUFFED,
commitment, planning ahead, backing down, saying no o a beautiful girl
• JAIL TIME,
basketball, running, reading, watching the food network, picking up girls, drinking
• INVESTIGATION,
tristan was born to melissa and john caine on february 15th, 1992. they had been trying for a few months before melissa finally got pregnant. the couple found it to be the perfect time for a baby. their careers were getting to the perfect time. john began to coach for the university of boston college after an injury ended his career in the NFL. while melissa had graduated medical school and began her journey to become a doctor. financially and emotionally they were ready. and it made life a lot easier when he was born. sure they had a few setbacks here and there, but nothing worth noting.
tristan spent most of his life in boston. he went through elementary and middle school in massachusetts. he loved everything about it. his friends, basketball, the schools. trist was breezing through life. but then his father got an offer to coach football and the university of miami. it being a top football school, john could not turn it down. that was when the family began to tear apart.
melissa had a job that she would not transfer from. this left trist with a decision to make. he could stay in boston or move to miami with his father. it was an easy choice in his opinion. so he stayed in boston. that was until his mother finally did transfer, however she transferred to new york. with that trist had to leave everything he had ever known.
tristan being the charming and good looking guy that he is, made it easy to fit in for himself. he started his freshman year in new york and has lived there ever since. he is one of the popular guys and a very good basketball player.
• PUBLICITY,
i refuse to let any girl get close to me, because i am afraid to get hurt. so i just go by the playa ways.
tristan quickly shot up into a sitting position. whatever he was dreaming was not good at all, but he couldn't remember exactly what it was. looking over at the clock, he noticed the time and immediately grabbed his phone.
it had only been about six months since tristan found out about why evie really hated to see her dad. and truth be told, he had been worrying about her every day since. one day he had went over to visit her and there evie was with a black eye. inside tristan was flipping out that day, but he kept his composure for her. but after that day tristan thought about her every single day. he would have done almost anything to get evie out of the predicament. but she wouldn't let trist do much to help. he wanted to tell his parents so they could help, but she wouldn't let him.
evie was really important in his life. she was the godmother of his daughter gabi. she was his wife's best friend. and she was quickly becoming on his best friends as well. of course if it wasn't for kenny, they wouldn't be nearly as close, but tristan wouldn't have it any other way. she was a necessity in his, kenny's, and gabi's lives. her being his daughter's godmother means that if anything happened to them, that evie would be there to take care of gabriella. tristan had his full trust in her as he did in jace as well.
worrying about her, trist picked glanced at his phone to see if she had tried to call him. he told evie to call him in the morning or show up to his place, but neither of those happened. and he was more worried than ever before for his child's godmother. sitting up from his bed, tristan looked over at his sleeping wife. there was no way to make her worried as well. he ran both hands over his head then his eyes hoping nothing bad had happened. however he had to go check on her. tristan knew he had to go to her fathers and make sure she was okay and bring her back to the school. he gave a quick glance at the baby monitor to make sure gabi was still asleep and that she was. although if she had been awake either himself or kenny would have been up as well.
standing up from the bed tristan quickly moved toward the dresser to get dressed. he didn't bother to try looking good or anything. he just needed clothes to cover himself. there was no time to waste really. trist needed to get to her as fast as possible. and even if he did have the time, there was really only one girl he had to look good for anyway. although in the past tristan did try to hit on evie, to no avail. she was one of the few that could actually resist his charm. luckily she did considering who knows how things would have turned out if tristan had hooked up with evie. it didn't bother him at all. it all ended up with him being happily married.
pulling a plain gray t-shirt out of the drawer, he pulled it on to cover his chest. that was soon followed by a pair of black and red shorts. pairs of shoes and socks were pulled on to cover his bare feet. then he topped it off with a boston redsox cap to cover his bed head. grabbing the keys off the dresser, tristan headed out into the hall and into gabriella's room. he wanted to see his baby girl once more before he left. and he did just that with a smile on his face. and then he was off to his car.
tristan had only driven to her father's house a couple of times. it wasn't very complicated trying to get there, but it sure wasn't a short drive. actually the drive was quite lengthy. however, tristan was speeding the whole way there. he needed to get there as soon as possible to make sure she was alright. if she wasn't tristan was going to hate himself for it. he should have made sure he left the night before. or he could have at least told someone about her problem that could help. yet he went along with her wishes and kept his mouth shut. the worst mistake he had ever made and he knew it. that only made it worse in his mind. thinking about it made tristan go even faster. if he was stopped by the police.... well then he would have to explain everything. that was his only option in that situation.
after the long drive tristan had finally arrived to her father's house. his heart was beating a mile a second. he knew something had to be wrong. that would have been the only way she wouldn't call him or show up, right? and that was his reasoning for speeding on the way over. he instantly thought of kenny and happened to realize he should have left some sort of note so she knew what was going on. well not everything, but just to say he was going to pick evie up. therefore she wouldn't have to worry about anything. but again he rushed out of the house and didn't really have time to think about it. after all tristan wasn't the type to think ahead like that. nope he just acted on his instincts.
walking up to the front door, trist wasn't sure if he should knock or not. no he would need to sneak in. tristan counted on eveie's stories of her drunken father to not get caught. if he was right, her father would be passed out and would be in a drunken coma. as he turned the unlocked knob and pushed the heavy door open. luckily he had come once before when her father wasn't around so he knew where her bed was. with each step he took toward the steers and up them, his heart went faster.
he reached her door and took a deep breath before turning the knob and walking into the room. he knew it. "fuck!" he whispered to himself to keep her dad from waking up. his hands quickly ran to his head as he witnessed the scene before him. there one of his best friends and the godmother of his child laid. it looked as if she was just passed out, but the way her body was placed and the situation she was living in, tristan thought the worst and he knew he was right. he quickly moved over to her and knelt down next to her body. and began to shake her slightly. "evie..... wake up.... come on..." it was to no avail. his hand slid into his pocket pulling out his cell phone. he quickly dialed for an ambulence.
OUTFIT
My name is dj and I have been role playing for two. My other character(s) is/are non existent. I consider myself an advanced roleplayer and I found Intoxicated Lullabies on kahealani.
