Tristan is a Forge Follower. He is practical, orderly, and calm. If he is romanced, his controlled demeanor begins to crack a little.
One may engage in a romantic relationship with Tristan if he is spoken to and Oriflamme's Auction House is chosen as the subject of discussion. Temptation: Power or any of its forms (ex., Desire: Power) is also required to do so.
Tristan dislikes distractions. Tristan gets things done. [You might be able to recruit this acquaintance as a follower.]
- Acquaintance description
Aspects: Acquaintance, Mortal
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Tristan dislikes distractions; Tristan likes results.
- Believer description
Aspects: Mortal, Follower, Forge 2
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Tristan will do what is necessary. To create, sometimes one must first destroy.
- Disciple description
Aspects: Mortal, Potential, Forge 5, Follower, Disciple
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In another age, Tristan might have been a smith. In another life, he might have been a bomb-maker.
- Exalt description
Aspects: Mortal, Forge 10, Exalted, Follower, Disciple
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Tristan is forging a little kingdom. When fire is necessary, he will use fire.
- Rival description
Aspects: A Rival's Ascension 2, Mortal, Maverick, Suspicious
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Tristan will make the best of his situation.
- Prisoner description
Aspects: Mortal, Heart 3, Lantern 3, Prisoner, Grail 3, Forge 5
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Tristan can be romanced at Oriflamme's Auction House.
Some prefer moonlit walks. Some prefer soft music. But there are those whose enjoy shining opulence, high company, and the soft click of the operations of power.
- Invitation description
Tristan nods emphatically, without speaking.
- Followup description
Tristan rises before I've finished speaking. 'We should go now,' he says, very calmly, but when he places a hand on my shoulder, the hand trembles.
- Success description
Tristan will not touch strong drink, except with me. He will not leave the clock unwound, except the nights that I visit. He is always wary of closing his eyes, but sometimes, when we are together, he cannot but close them.
- Season description
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Our flesh may tire. We may grow old. But I will not regret. He is seared into my memory: the sure, strong strokes of handwritten notes; the shape he leaves in pillows; the supple swell of his arms by the fire. Brightest of all is his body beside mine, flush with the flames of the dawn. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]
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