Name: Tristan Compton
Appearance: Tristan stands a head above most and has a lean body built up from years of fieldwork. His has a square jaw and handsome features marred by a crooked nose. His unique grey eyes glint when he gets excited, showing his true feelings on a subject. His chestnut hair is almost always tousled, staying in a constant state of disorganisation. Due to his towering stature, he always seems to have a presence even when in a room full of people. He wears a suit of
armor in battle. It was stolen from a corrupt knight, embellished with paint that was once bright and vibrant, but is now faded. It is scuffed and dented after a prolonged period without repair. Normally, he wears a plain tunic with some light leathers above, as well as some light brown trousers.
Personality: Tristan is not a traditional knight, and not just because he had no training. When in a dangerous or tense situation in which he feels as if he cannot triumph, he often chooses to save himself. However, most of the time Tristan has good intentions. He won't go out of his way to save the damsel in distress, but he'll certainly think about it! Despite his lack of heroism, Tristan tends to be very friendly. He also goes out of his way to bring people together as opposed to separating them. He tries not to get involved in arguments, but if he feels for certain one group is in the wrong he may have to chip in.
Bio: Before recent events, Tristan had been a mere farmer, working with his parents to put food on the table. However, one day a certain knight came to town. At night, drunk as a skunk, he knocked on their door, demanding they offer such an honorable man a bed. Unfortunately this meant Tristan was kicked out of his room. The knight turned out to be so drunk, he fell into a deep sleep upon making contact with the bed. Tristan only thought it was fair that he took the knight's horse and equipment. It was his own fault, really. Tristan quickly gathered his newfound belongings and rode off into the night.
