Name: Tristan ("Tris") Phoenix
Species: Human (Lyran)
Age: 29
Appearance:
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Tris has blue eyes, very dark-brown hair that often appears black, and somewhat pale skin; he has received questions regarding his gender several times in the past, receiving such critiques as being too “smooth” to be a man or being very effeminate. He stands only five-foot-six but is lean and lithe.
Department: Pathfinder
Role & Rank: Specialist, Linguistics
Personal Equipment:
- Armored nanofiber mesh “skinsuit” designed for high-tension durability and impact absorption as well as high resistance to fire and electricity; one dark-brown w/mottled green and dark-gray, one black.
- Gloves similarly designed but separate from the suit itself; one pair dark-brown w/mottled green and dark-gray, one black.
- High-density internal armor all-terrain combat boots that seal to the wearer’s body; one pair brown & black, one pair black.
- Soft-seal full-head survival helmet w/internal command mic & HUD; multiple visual and auditory modes, numerous analytical tools, exterior speaker for direct verbal communication, and O2 line port; visor is darkened externally, preventing easy identification, but not internally.
- Small, light-weight O2 canisters for helmet hook-up.
- Compact pack containing extensive list of survival and environmental study equipment, including (but not limited to) MREs; blanket; quick-inflating/deflating bedroll; waterproof flares; spare clothing; climbing equipment; a variety of tools for a multitude of purposes; and sample containers, including sealable phials and petri dishes.
- Pair of high-impact plasma-round heavy combat pistols often described as having “the force of a shotgun without the inaccuracy”. Though the plasma dissipates almost immediately, in addition to causing significant impact damage on contact, it also burns through physical armor and targets due to the intensity of the heat inherent in each shot. A single “unit core” is good for fifty shots, after which the core is depleted; since it’s too costly to refill the cores, most are simply disposed of and the typical compliment for a soldier carrying one of these pistols is eight unit cores. Tris carries sixteen due to carrying two of these pistols as his primary weapons. The pistols have a moderate range but begin to lose accuracy beyond approximately thirty yards. They have heavy recoil due to their power, which renders the gloves he wears necessary for compensation.
- 4 (high-energy) pulse grenades, 2 white phosphorous smoke grenades, and 2 large-radius chemical incendiary grenades with a secondary proximity mine setting.
- Hand-carved jewelry box that was a gift from Ryan, his first boyfriend; choker from his mother; couple pairs of cute stud earrings; and a bracelet (also gift from his boyfriend). He rarely removes the choker but it’s almost always covered by the high collar of his suit; as such, most people have never seen it. He also never wears his other jewelry simply because he hasn’t been a civilian for a long time.
Character Strengths: Tris is especially adept at wielding a pair of powerful handguns, allowing him to handle multiple enemies from multiple directions with relative ease; he can discard unit cores and reload the weapons very quickly, as he is completely comfortable with them. He is also skilled at quickly executing short bursts of crippling hand-to-hand combat.
Character Weaknesses: Tris is introverted and rarely speaks, except to respond to relevant questions or relay relevant information. He isn’t necessarily secretive but is a very private person and doesn’t like talking about himself, often due to personal insecurities. He is definitely more of a follower than a leader, even to the point of withholding an idea he might have because he thinks it won’t be well-received or won’t be a good idea and doesn’t want to deal with the backlash (especially if it’s tried and doesn’t work). He also rarely asks for help even when it’s obvious he needs it, though he usually won’t actively refuse help if it’s given rather than simply being offered. While he has been trained to use multiple weapons, he has little skill or experience with any but his pair of signature plasma pistols. Despite his hand-to-hand training, he isn’t good at keeping up long engagements in this manner.
As a Lyran, he is somewhat xenophobic but not to the extent that the Lyrans First movement is. He isn’t entirely comfortable being surrounded by a bunch of non-humans and is especially leery of dragonoids, given that they are powerful and dangerous combatants; given that he is more comfortable alone, however, he usually avoids people in general when he can.
What he hoped to find: Tris wasn’t looking for something specific, like many people were. If anything, he hoped to get away from the politics of the galaxy. A very small, minor, private hope was that he would grow slightly more comfortable around people given the length of time he’d be spending in close proximity to so many of them, but he didn’t really have any confidence in this and his sociability hasn’t improved much since he passed through the gate.
Bio: Tris was always the odd kid out in his domicile complex. His father perished during the war, and his mother didn’t pay much attention to him except to keep him quiet and off of her last nerve. So when he started wearing her earrings (not her favorite ones, thankfully) and one of her chokers, she just let him have them. She didn’t like it when he started dating a boy named Ryan, but she said nothing because she didn’t want to get involved; she also said nothing when Ryan broke up with him because of the others in his complex mocking Tris for being a girl.
As soon as he was of age, his mother pushed him into the military to be rid of him. Because of how shy he is, he decided to study Linguistics to build his confidence in talking to other people; it was, after all, Ryan that had approached and was courting him. It didn’t work. In truth, he spent almost as much time alone as he had before he’d joined up. Personal effects were initially discouraged, so he ended up getting rid of his civilian clothing entirely and just keeping a small box of things that were very important to him locked up. What leave he had was mostly spent alone as well, either further studying languages or training. Since that had become his life and he couldn’t seem to deal with people as well as he wished he could anyway, he figured that this was the way it must be.
When he was selected for the
Encano’s mission, he felt that this would be a good way to get away from the politics that were dominating the galaxy. He also vainly hoped that, because he’d be spending much more time with the crew of the
Encano than he had with any other team - even when he was first being trained - he'd become more comfortable around others and be able to talk more freely.
But when he became stranded on the planet, he found himself becoming more comfortable listening to the ecosystem than he was speaking with people. The integration was extremely disconcerting at first; he thought he was losing his mind. He slowly came to realize, however, that he was far less alone than he’d thought he was. Despite this, he never became completely comfortable with the ecosystem’s nanobots and constantly being assaulted by the noise of the planet was somewhat maddening; despite the fact that he could tune it out a little, the only way he truly found to escape it was by donning his helmet and filtering out ambient noise except as needed. The helmet thus acted as a Faraday cage with an internal control mechanism.
Now he spends most of his time scouting the planet and reporting to his unit. His personal time is spent alone, reading one of the couple of books he’s collected over the years (single-volume collections of adventure-romances, poetry, plays, and “dark” folk tales from hundreds of years ago) or preparing for his next outing.
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