SILVERS, tristan james

[hannah]

tristan james silvers.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. tristan james silvers
stage name. tristan silvers
nicknames. trist, tristy, tj, silvers
age & dob. twenty four • june fourth
gender. male
sexual orientation. heterosexual
career. tv/film actor
hometown. paris, france (birth city) lincolnville, maine (grew up)


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'11''
eyes. blue/green
hair. brown
build. thin, but muscular
distinguishing features. scars on his back from a car accident, burns on his forearm from the same accident
play-by. drew fuller


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. girls, alcohol, fast cars, teasing, being an asshole, joking around, acting, guitar, parties, being spontaneous, pasta, causing trouble, stealing girlfriends, attention
hates. being ignored, being denied, rejection, chinese food, winter, clingy girls, not getting what he wants, being alone, liars, small dogs, romance movies
quirks. he can't stand the smell of soy sauce, he invariably flinches when people sneeze, his car means more to him that 99% of the people he knows
aspirations. make it big, settle himself down, get a grip on himself, find someone worth his time
secrets. he wouldn't mind settling down with someone, he's dead set on killing his mother
personality evaltuated.
Tristan is really a complex jungle-gym of a person. He's easily influenced by his surroundings, so if it's a gloomy day don't expect him to be in a rip roaring mood. The same goes for when he's around people he doesn't like, he'll get defensive and turn into one of the biggest ass holes on the face of the planet. It's not difficult to make Tristan dislike you, and sometimes he'll hate your guts for no reason at all. It really depends on the mood in which he first encounters you. Most of the time he's extremely judgmental, and won't think twice about whatever call he's made about you. He calls it like it is, so if you're spreading your legs for a stranger, you'll get called a whore. Tristan doesn't sugarcoat things and he'll come right out and say whatever he's thinking regardless of its offensiveness. This, coupled with his stubbornness make his mind very hard to change. He's about as hard-headed as an old mule, so if his mind is set on something don't even try to change it. He's not one for physical confrontation, though he will if the situation demands it, he would much rather tear you apart with wicked words. He has a sharp tongue, but he rarely means what he says so don't take it personally.

But there is a more amicable side to Tristan Silvers. He's a very fun loving guy and will do damn near anything just to have a good time. He'll rob the local liquor store, he'll break into the zoo, he'll have sex with a stripper all because it sounded good at the time the thought entered his brain. He has the attention span of a salad wafer, so concentration is extremely difficult for him. That's probably one of the reasons he can't settle down with a girl - because none of them can keep his attention if they aren't on their knees. Yes, Tristan's basically a womanizer. He'll use a girl once and toss her out like yesterday's left overs without thinking twice. Females are simply disposable pleasures for him, and ways for him to show his superiority. He's a serious charmer; he could probably get the robe off a nun in thirty seconds with his eyes alone. He's dangerously seductive, which gets him into a lot of trouble with taken girls. It doesn't bother him though, nothing really irks him too bad. He's extremely laid back in most cases, but setting him off is rather easy to do.

Tristan has a temper like no other. It takes a while to get him up to full speed, but once he's on there's no turning him off. He's downright scary when he's angry, which is why most of the time he'll leave and go off somewhere by himself, since he had a speck of human decency. But in reality, he never wants or means to hurt anyone. He always ends up doing so, whether physically or verbally, and his hatred for himself stems from that and umbrellas in the way he treats people. He's a good guy deep down, but he doesn't deal with his own problems; just shoves them away to be dealt with later or forgotten about. He's not a reliable shoulder to lean on, though he will keep your secrets. If you catch him in the right mood, maybe he'll listen to you, maybe he won't. If a girl is willing to stand up to him and show him she's not just a play thing, he'll respect that. He likes his women strong and fiery, so playing the sad eyes won't get you anywhere with Tristan.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. brian andrew silvers , deceased
mother. jade cindy silvers , writer , fifty-two
siblings. cassie anne silvers , teacher , twenty-two
pets. slim shady
other family.
history evaluated.
Jade and Brian Silvers were on an extended honeymoon in Paris, France, just one of many stops on their round-Europe trip, when Jade found she was pregnant. Naturally, their first thought was to get rid of it since they'd only been married a couple weeks and weren't ready for children. However, Jade finally had a change of heart and they decided to keep the baby. They decided to finish their honeymoon, and by the time they did Jade was too pregnant to make the flight back to the United States, so they settled down semi-permanently in their favorite city of Paris. They bought an apartment and made it ready for the arrival of their new baby, who turned out to be a son. Tristan was healthy, everything the new couple could ask for. They both really wanted a baby girl though, so meeting their son was a cause for disappointment. Nonetheless, they took their first born home and were happy with him since he was healthy after all.

It was only about a month or two later when Jade learned she was pregnant again. By this time, they had settled into Paris and had no intentions of leaving. They were slowly becoming acculturated with the French, but still teaching Tristan English for when they did return to the states. They promised themselves that's where they would go once the second baby was born, which they hoped would be a girl. Sure enough, nine months later there came a little girl, who they named Cassie. There was just one problem - she was blind. This devastated Brian, thinking he had produced an invalid heir just because she couldn't see. He took it very harshly, even though Jade was the happiest she'd ever been simply because she had a baby girl she could dress up and play princesses with. Tristan didn't take well to his sister at first, jealous of all the attention she received because she was new, and because she couldn't see. He wanted all the attention even when he was little, something that didn't change.

A week after they brought Cassie home, Brian Silvers disappeared without a trace. No one could reach him by phone or e-mail, any means of communication really. This devastated Jade, and Tristan as well who had formed a very close bond with his father. As soon as it was obvious that her husband wasn't coming back, Jade packed up her two children and all the belongings she could fit in a suitcase, and took them straight to the airport. With three tickets to America and a heavy heart, the Silvers family relocated to a small town on the coast of Maine called Lincolnville. It was here that Jade went into a deep, alcoholic depression. She still cared for her two young children, but the loss of her husband was something she would never get over. As Tristan and Cassie grew, she went farther and farther off the deep end. By the time he was a teenager, she was practically psychotic and couldn't care less for her son. She still made sure Cassie was well-looked after, but Tristan was basically on his own.

During high school, Tristan drifted out of his little bubble of innocence, discovering so many different scenes he could wrap himself up in. He began sleeping around with any girl that would spread her legs for him, and made a habit out of it. He also picked up drinking and doing drugs, which both stuck with him.

Wanting nothing to do with his insane mother, he pursued drama in high school where he was discovered by a scout during his senior year production, in which he had a starring role. He was invited to his state university under an acting scholarship, where he continued to chase after his dream of making it rich and famous. He was then scouted for a very minor production which moved him out to Hollywood, something he was very welcome to. He was more than ready to leave his wreck of a family behind and move on to bigger and better things; living the life of the stars. Once he made it to California, which he did without any notice at all to his family, he was quickly addicted to the lifestyle here. He loved all the lights and the sounds, the attention, all of it. He's made himself right at home with his goals set high and his attitude on overdrive.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. hannah
years of rp experience. four/five years
other characters. none
how did you find us. sidsid
roleplay sample.

Matt watched her entire persona change as he pulled her closer. He often found that his embraces were like a cloud put over women, a pure haze that would completely alter their moods. He had to say, it was a definite advantage that often was what got him laid. It was like his veins pumped pure adrenaline and bad decisions, because that's all he really was. Matthew knew he was bad news; he wasn't the type of boy you took home to mom and dad. Although they would definitely want to see your grandchildren with him, there wasn't much he had to offer in the commitment department. He'd never stayed faithful to a girlfriend, not even the ones he managed in high school until.. well, there was one girl he had always been faithful to. Hell, he'd even been in love with her. She was his soul mate and he knew it, but she was someone he would never see again. Their love was forbidden which only reinforced it, but he screwed it up with her. She was the only girl he could ever love and he knew that. He didn't know who he was trying to kid when he told himself he was only living the life of a pimp until he found a girl that interested him. There was no other girl for Matthew Ransom as it was blatantly obvious. Too bad she was miles away, and she didn't even matter anymore.

He swallowed the thoughts of her, not wanting to bring her up even mentally right now. He had to be at the top of his game, Hannah was acting so damn weird and he needed to coax the reason out of her. He was more than aware of the way she never really told him anything when it came to herself, and now that he thought about it he really didn't know much about her. He knew what he needed to know: she was hot, and very good in bed. Although, as she seemed to be internally struggling with something very difficult, he sort of regretted only treating her as a whore. Maybe it was time to soften up and be there for some of his hookups. Most people thought Matt didn't have a damn ounce of remorse in his body, and for the most part he didn't, because he usually left his girls happier than when he found them. But the ones he didn't, he most certainly felt bad for. He was a good guy deep down, and didn't want to see anyone get hurt. It was obvious somehow he had upset Hannah, and he didn't want that at all. If it meant stopping the hooking up he would definitely do it. He'd seek his pleasure somewhere else, and just be friends with her if that's what it took. Of course, he planned on getting some again eventually, but he would be able to put it off for a while.

Matt felt her hands against his chest, and he just pressed into her slightly. As he buried his face against her neck, he felt her nerves tense and he smirked to himself as she gave in, and just took hold of his shirt. He knew she would cave, all the girls did. But then again, he wasn't exactly a stone house when it came to the seductive power of girls either. Her words definitely worried him a little bit. It wasn't really even like her to say she didn't want to be with him, because usually it was obvious that she was happy when she was with him - or satisfied at least. He had to wonder, was it the sex? Was he losing his touch? He hoped not... none of the other girls had complained or even made negative remarks. He bit his lip slightly, but made himself let go just as quickly. He knew it was a bad habit of his, a rather nasty one at that. She slid her hands around his midsection, and he just pulled her closer. Matthew could be quite cuddly at times, but even the girls who hated doing such things didn't mind it from him. But this time, he was using it to his advantage as he brushed his lips against her neck, just trying to get her to relax. He wasn't sure why she was so tense. He moved his hands from her waist to her upper arms, running them lightly up and down, letting the friction as well as the sun warm up her skin. He pulled away to look into her eyes, and that's when she started crying.

And when she started off about her being stupid, he felt his stomach drop to somewhere near his ankles. This couldn't be good.. did she have an STD? Oh shit, that wasn't good. He had never known her to be fragile and start crying on a whim, so he knew this had to be pretty serious. Matthew was never good with the tears of women, so naturally he was a little heartbroken because even if it wasn't his fault, she clearly blamed him for some of his. His eyebrows furrowed, and he tucked her into his arms in a comforting hug. He absolutely hated it when pretty girls cried, it was something that should never happen and he instantly felt like a worthless bastard. He was confused, yes, but he knew this somehow amounted to his fault and who wouldn't feel bad in his shoes? He reached down to swipe at her smeared mascara with his thumb, wiping the excess off on his shorts before swiping at the other one. Then, she admitted how she didn't think he gave a shit. He didn't blame her, basically because he wasn't good at showing he cared. Well, that was a lie, he knew exactly how to show it, but he was afraid to deep down. Becoming so emotionally attached to something so unstable such as a human being was just setting yourself up for something destructive, and Matt respected that. But leave it to good old Murphy; anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

"Hey, hey, hey now, baby. If I didn't give a shit, would I be standing here right now, trying to find out where the fuck you were after three weeks? Don't give me that," he said, his lips hinting at a smile as he continued to wipe at the moisture from her eyes. It was true, he did care about her, obviously in at least some little way or he wouldn't have tried to find out if she was even still alive since she'd dropped off the face of the earth, or so it seemed. But it turned out apparently, that she was just avoiding him. That was troublesome for the young man, because that was just unnatural for people to do. Avoiding attractive, successful men? Absurd. Leave it to Hannah to break the mold. But her next statement was three times as troubling as the last. What did she mean by seven months? Why was she being so damn evasive? The look on his face spelled out confusion in plain letters as his brain worked hard to try to figure out her cryptic message. He must have stood there for a good thirty seconds in silence before it hit him.

And when it did hit him, it hit like a ton of bricks.

It was then that Matt's facial expression turned to one of horror. "Fuck.. no... no, fuck... you're not.. pregnant?" the words came out in slow little bunches, and he was basically freaking out inside. Being the intelligent being Matt was, he knew what weird moods, and her talk of seven months was all about. It wasn't like he hadn't had some girl come up to him before trying to pin her pregnancy on him. There was a part of him buried deep, deep down that desperately wanted a family. He wanted someone little to call him daddy and look up at him, he wanted someone to make him a role model, because then maybe he would clean up his own act and be an adult. He wanted to read bed time stories and all those things dads did. But there was also a part of him flipping a shit, probably at least twenty times bigger than that Dad side. What the fuck had he done? Was that why she was avoiding him, because it was his? He was so lost and none of the questions seemed to want to come out. "Wha.. um.. is it... is it mine? This is just.. ridiculous..." he asked, and that's when he realized she was extremely hormonal and upset. His heart broke all over again. He wrapped her up in his arms, taking a deep breath; he was four years old than her, and she might be carrying his child, Matt had to be the adult here, because, well he was an adult. "I didn't mean it like that.. come on, calm down," he tried slapping on his smooth face and voice again, but it was often disrupted by the shaky tone of nerves. What the hell was he going to do? What's more, what was she going to do? He realized then that he'd gotten himself into some royally deep shit this time. He couldn't just leave her on her own with what might be his kid. His blue eyes that were normally very lifeless were now a dull gray, and he was biting his lip without scolding himself.

[sidsid]

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