Tristin FleuveName(s) of Preference:
Tristin the EnforcerSpecies:
Tristin is a dedicated and supremely determined person. He will perform any task designated to him by the Republic no matter the risk to his own life. He refuses to listen to any negative talk about the Republic as he is staunch in his support. Every minute of his life is in service to the Republic for he feels it is the worthiest cause to fight for. He is not afraid under any circumstances of a fight. Any freelance Republic jobs he takes, he charges high because he absolutely will not allow failure on his part.Detailed History:
Tristin was part of a secret colony on the planet Cathar. The colony had been around for about 70 years when Tristin was born. It is odd to have to say that he was raised in a colony on his own homeplanet, but it was the truth since the Mandalorians had taken over the planet around 1500 years ago. The colony was an idea thought up by Tristin's grandparents and a few other Cathar families after all expressed a desire to see and live on their native homeworld. Raised in the colony, which was set up in trees like the days of yore, Tristin was a naturally gifted athlete and soon became one of the most well-known young Cathar in the colony.
The Republic provided supplies for the colony "under the table", which allowed it to thrive while still under the radar of the Mandalorians. Tristin eventually grew into a powerful man, built like a fortress. Many of the undercover Republic agents attempted to recruit Tristin into the military, but Tristin always gratefully declined, for he had a love in his life named Sudha. They went through a marriage ceremony, which signified that the two would remain faithful to each other even if the other died, vowing never to be with another.
One day, Tristin went out to clear out a small nest of Kiltik, insects that he dispatched quickly. However, in the few hours he had been gone, a Mandalorian scouting party came across the colony. The Mandalorians immediately had gone into combat mode and started shooting down as many Cathar as they could. Fortunately, the scouting party was not very large and eventually all of them were overwhelmed and killed by the Cathar warriors of the colony. None of the scouts escaped to tell of the colony. Unfortunately for Tristin, he was not there to fight against them and, as a result, his wife was one of the fallen innocents of the fray.
Upon this, Tristin resolved, at the age of 25, to take up the offer that the Republic agents had offered him. This would provide him a release valve for his sorrow and allow him to focus that sorrow on sheer dedication to the Republic. Being the powerhouse that he is, Tristin received recommendation upon recommendation from his superiors until he reached the rank of Colonel. He now controls his own legion of troops and still manages to do freelance work for whatever odds and ends the Republic needs done.Fears (3):
Death of the Republic
Loss of Republic trust
Gaining a bad reputationStrengths (3):
A physical juggernaut
His heavy exoskeleton armorWeaknesses (3):
Not all Sith, just Sith invaders
Tristin's face is sturdy one, covered in blond and brown fur. His ears are small and stick out from the top of his head. His eyes are a dark brown color. His thick but shortened mane is split in two and banded together with smaller braids of his mane throughout the rest.Upper Clothing:
Heavy Exoskeleton Armor covers Tristin's immaculate physique. The arms are modified so that his two blasters are detachable, but solidly attached to his left and right arms. His blaster rifle is connected to his right arm and his concussion rifle is on his left. The exoskeleton augments his already outstanding strength and durability. In his helmet is a comlink to contact whoever he wishes or be contacted by whoever knows how. Rocket boosters are attached to the back of the suit, rendering Tristin the ability to fly even in space on his own. The suit takes care of the majority of his body's functions, providing him with heating, cooling, and a hydration unit inside the helmet. The helmet also enables him to filter all types of vision whether it be visible, UV, X-ray, or infrared.Upper Build:
If Tristin could be described in one word, it would be "massive". His arms are as big and powerful as a tree trunk; even his slaps are enough to break a normal person's neck. The finely muscled torso that Tristin keeps can withstand just about any blunt-weapon attack on it. Prominent claws accent his every finger. His whole body is, of course, covered in fur. Lower Clothing:
Hs exoskeleton extends to cover his lower body as well. The utility belt around the waist is home to ten slots for spare energy cells. Specially sealed capsules on the thighs of the armor allow for the holding of four grenades per leg. All eight slots are currently filled with thermal detonators. The boots of the suit are comfortable and just as formidable a form of defense as the rest of the suit.Lower Build:
His beastly upper body is proportionally matched by his lower body, legs thicker than even his tree trunk arms. Despite his size, his legs are powerful to the point that he can run deceivingly fast. A mere head-on charge from Tristin could result anywhere from broken bones to a concussion to death. Marks/Scars:
Any scars he has are from his earlier days serving under the Republic and are mere slivers of bare flesh. The fur around it covers the scars effectively, making them unnoticeable.
Tristin outside his armor:
Tristin's Exoskeleton (the yellow color is purple on his):
-E-11 Blaster Rifle
-LJ-50 Concussion RifleStarship:
A solitary necklace given to him by his deceased wife.
Cybernetic Combat Implant
Tristin waded on the shores of the Gold Beaches. The briny water heaved softly around him, dampening his furry, bared legs. On the topmost part of the water, the fur drifted with the current, seeking to be a part of the tide but anchored by their cutaneous moors. The bulky chest of Tristin flared out as he inhaled deeply. He often came here as a way of remembering his late wife. The tinge of the sand reminded him of her gentle fur and the water acted as a purifier for his soul, draining out any toxins that violence and battle left in his mind. His exoskeleton armor lay on the beach, unneeded for the moment.
The smaller braids of his mane dangled down, every few moments being tossed about by the breeze. His colossal arms hung at his side, fingertips brushing the surface of the water. Tristin came here every opportunity he allowed himself, which was not much; he was always searching for work within the Republic. But now, staring out against the ocean as it leveled off in the distance, he remembered why he did not forget this place. It was a physical symbol. The beaches allowed him to reconnect with his feelings for his wife and by doing so, reminded him that he was a part of the Republic for her—to try to fill the gaping emptiness that was created with her death.
((Is there any way I can have my username shortened to just Tristin?)) This post has been edited by Tristin Fleuve on Jan 23 2007, 05:42 PM