CAINE, TRISTAN MICHAEL

[TRISTAN MICHAEL CAINE]

NAME: tristan
AGE: nineteen
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: about one eighty
EYE COLOR: blue-green
HAIR COLOR: dirty blond
ETHNICITY: caucasian
LIKES: basketball, sex, girls, beer, football, pizza, reading, writing, working out, cuddling, rap, rock, sleeping, cookie dough ice cream, celtics
DISLIKES: school, soccer, country music, relationships, sushi, prudes, cleaning, waking up early, being alone, his parents, assholes, socks and sandals,
SECRETS: despises his parents, tried steroids once to get over a basketball injury
GRADE AND/OR OCCUPATION: sophomore
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
PLAY BY PLAY: hayden christensen

PERSONALITY:

Tristan is your typical jock, but he is somewhat intelligent. He doesn't really want to hang out with anybody who isn't popular and he will make that clear. Some may call him shallow, but it isn't until you get to know the real Tristan that you understand the depth that lays behind those blue eyes. Many people consider him to be a jerk, but it doesn't bother him. Like most of the other popular kids, he is a pretty heavy drinker. He will definitely be at a party, when there is one and will almost always end up drunk.

Tristan basically only thinks about two things. Girls and sports. He loves being around beautiful girls. He will do anything for a pretty face. A natural flirt by nature, he'll never give up the opportunity to hang out with a group of girls. A loyal friend however, he'll never let a girl come between him and his boys. The only thing he loves more than girls is Sports. He spends every second of the day thinking about basketball and football. He spends every morning working out and running. His life revolves around those two sports and his only dream is to make it to the NBA.

PLACE OF BIRTH: boston, massachusetts
DATE OF BIRTH: february 15th, 1991
FINANCIAL STATUS: wealthy
FATHER: john caine, 42
MOTHER: melissa caine, 40
SIBLINGS: aria caine, 21


HISTORY:

so tristan was born in boston, massachusetts to pretty wealthy couple. his father, john caine, had just entered into the NFL after an illustrious college career. at the same time, melissa caine was in the process of becoming a doctor. both of them, however, were way to caught up in their jobs to worry about their marriage or child. that's what the nanny was for. the same nanny that had been their since the birth of tristan's sister two years prior.

tristan did get to spend a few years with his father though. after a couple of good years in the NFL, john blew out his knee and never got back to how he was beforehand. so the quarterback ended up retiring at a young age and stayed with his two children. only until he got an offer to start coaching football at his alma mater. from there on there was no chance for a strong relationship to be created.

to avoid having to take care of their children, john and melissa, shipped both children off to various boarding schools. and before long, john caine moved down to miami for good instead of just for the football season whereas melissa stayed up in boston to further her career as a doctor. tristans sister, moved down to miami, and trist stayed in mass, separating the siblings from each other.

tristan spent his four years of high school in his home town. the freedom he had with his mother always working, was just too much to pass up. so he went through high school and after dealing with cold weather his entire life, he decided he needed a change. thats when hawaii offered him a scholarship to play basketball. trist had options, but with the reputation the school had with parties and the great weather, it was just too much for the player to pass up. since then, he has completed his freshman year and is now a sophomore.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

For some reason, even though he kept telling himself this is what he wanted, Tristan was dying on the inside. Why was it hurting so much if that is what he wanted? He couldn't explain it to himself. Maybe what he had just said was something he didn't really want to do. What if he acted out of fear? What if he just added to the already long list of screw ups. He had made many mistakes in his life, and before he said what he had said to her, he didn't think this would be added to that list. He figured it was the best decision for him. Now he had no idea if it really was the right decision for him. But it sure didn't feel right. The way it was making him feel and the reaction from her didn't help at all. Rissa meant a lot to him, but he wasn't sure if she had meant everything to him. There was just so much more to experience in his life and being single would make it a lot easier. So maybe he was right even if it was hurting.

Tristan didn't know what to think at the moment. So many thoughts running through his mind. The talk that needed to happen was almost over and he now knew why he was dreading it. Well Tristan knew that he was dreading it, because the result would not be good. But now it wasn't just thoughts. It was real and it was killing him on the inside to say that he couldn't be with her. Tristan wasn't sure if this mistake was going to haunt him. All he could really do is think about was what his father had once told him. 'Living life is making decisions and not looking back.' So according to that, he was supposed to just go on with what he had decided. He used that saying for everything else in the world. Yet this was the one time when he didn't find that statement true.

All he could do now was wait for her to respond. It was obvious what she would say. They weren't exactly going to be friends after the talk was over. So whatever words came out of those beautiful lips of hers would not be something he would want to hear. They would be officially over in a matter of moments. Not that the had ever really started anything. Their relationship consisted of few dates, a lot of hanging out, some kisses, and amazing conversations. Rissa knew more about him than anyone. He told her secrets that his own family didn't know about him. And now she knew another secret about him. He was too afraid to commit to a relationship.

As she began to speak, her sobs were echoing in his mind. It was making the situation even harder. If that was even possible. "Well.....if...if that's it, that's what you want-" Tristan heard her start. Was it what he wanted? He had told himself so many times that what he wanted was to be single. What if he was lying to himself? What if the only thing that really mattered to him in the world was sitting before him crying her heart out? What if? Tristan knew that she loved him and he loved her, so why couldn't he commit? Fear does crazy things to people. People tend to show their real colors in moments when they are afraid. Tristan was a coward. He couldn't admit that she was the only thing he wanted.

He wanted to go over to her right then and wipe her tears away, but Tristan knew she wasn't done yet. Yeah she declared them finished, but there was more to come. He knew her far too well. Rissa then said something that Tristan wasn't expecting. He expected her to say that they were over, but to say that he didn't exist to her anymore? He felt like a dagger was thrusted through his heart. Tristan finally knew how she felt from his words. He never thought that words could do so much damage before now. Unfortunately, he had to fin out the hard way.

When Rissa leaned forward after she had finished speaking, Tristan just closed his eyes. He couldn't look at her face as she kissed him one last time. It hurt too much to even think about never even talking to her again. He was sure she would avoid him at all costs now. Yet he didn't blame her. When her lips touched his, it took everything in him to not let a tear out. Luckily, he wasn't a girl. Otherwise he would drench his face with his tears. The kiss ended and with that last kiss, so did everything that connected them. Tristan then stood up. It was over now. There was one last thing to do before he could leave the room.

He walked as close to her as possible and crouched down. With his left hand, he wiped her tears away. With his right, he pulled her head closer to his by putting it on the back of her head. Tristan then laid a kiss on her forehead. He stayed in that spot for a few moments not wanting to let go of her. When he did, he lowered his head to her ear. "I'm sorry...." Those would be the last words he would speak to her. He then stood up and headed toward the door. It took every ounce of self control in his body to keep himself from saying more or even going back for another kiss. Not that she would allow that to happen anyway. He then exited his room thus ending his relationship with Rissa forever.

The party wasn't even on his mind anymore. He was ready to drink as much as possible to drown his sorrows. That was a temporary solution to his heart ache. He instantly grabbed a beer and slammed it open against the counter like he had the first time. Now that he was back to the party, there were a few problems that needed to be taken care of before he could get on with his night. First off, his sister and Brittney were still fighting. That needed to end. Tristan brought his beer to his mouth and didn't take it away until it was completely gone.

Now to solve the fighting problem. It probably wasn't the best time for them to be fighting considering Tristan's mood now, but how were they supposed to know that. Tristan walked over to them ready to yell. It wasn't his sister that had started it, so he couldn't be mad at her. But then the punch came. He was shocked to see Aria throw a punch. It didn't anger him, it just th situation more urgent to be stopped. He walked right in the middle of both of them and spread his arms out. "This is over now!" He had never been more angry in his life. Truth was, his anger was more with himself than it was the other two. "Aria, go in my room, or the bathroom, or somewhere! You need to calm down." Normally he wouldn't try to boss her around, but it needed to happen. "And as for you..." Tristan then turned to Britney. He let out a slight laugh at the sight of her. It was more of a disgusted laugh. "I'm pretty sure I told you to leave. So... now really..." His anger level was rising. "...GET THE FUCK OUT!"

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