Name: Tristan Bellerose
Age: 25
Species: Half-blood/turned Therianthrope; Lycanthrope
Face Claim: Sam Claflin

From the moment he was born, Tristan Bellerose was considered a miracle child amongst his family. His parents had been told many years before that the chances they would be able to conceive a child were very low, almost impossible which had greatly upset the two. It was years down the line when they first started thinking about adoption when the impossible happened for them. Astoria Bellerose was pregnant with a baby boy. Their little miracle. Upon hearing this information, they were both incredibly happy and overjoyed, though they made the decision to take the pregnancy easy to make sure their little bundle of happiness was safe and healthy.

Nine months passed and on a cold winter’s day, Tristan was born into the world. From that day onward, as he opened his eyes for the first time, his parents knew he would always be treasured by his family. And that was correct. Growing up an only child wasn’t easy for the young boy, especially once he began school and interacted with more children his age. It saddened his parents to think they couldn’t have another child for Tristan to grow up with, to have a sibling to play with and look out for though whenever he met up with his cousins and other family members, he would always been seen playing nicely alongside the others and interacting with them.

As a young boy, Tristan always picked up things easily, taking quickly to learning to talk and walk, having a good understanding of what was going on around him. He loved to read, finding the stories fascinating with the way his father would recreate the chapters in Tristan’s mind when he was reading before bed. The young child carried this interest forward through the years, his father reading him many different genres of books, though mainly sticking to fantasy, telling stories about gods who lived before the humans did. Norse mythology, Greek mythology, over the years it was all mentioned and it fuelled Tristan’s passion for history.

Upon starting school, Tristan easily excelled in all his lessons as he learnt and took information in that he was given. This continued throughout his school years, continuing to learn as he grew and sharing information on what he had learnt or previously knew to his parents. They could tell he was passionate about his learning and never once did his free time with his friends over take the time he spent on learning and revising, preparing for when he would take his exams before leaving school.

Finishing school with some of the highest grades in his year, Tristan went on to University to study further in history. Or rather, that was his plan. He’d received his acceptance letter earlier than he thought and it didn’t take long for him to secure his place, already knowing it was everything he’d dreamed about since he was a young boy reading bedtime stories about ancient warriors and Gods. He’d been wanting to pursue a career in history and teaching about the myths he loved to hear and had been hearing since he was young.

Though that all changed on one fateful night.

With the decision to celebrate his success so far, Tristan and his friends had been out enjoying the evening with a few drinks before heading back to Tristan’s place to possibly have a few more before Tristan left to University the following day. It wasn’t far away from his apartment that something seemed off. The full moon shone down brightly onto the pavement, casting a silver glow across the leaves of trees as the group walked, quiet murmurs of their talk echoing around the small space they were in. Instead of walking around the main roads, the group had decided to take a shortcut through a patch of trees instead to get back quicker.

It happened so quickly that none of them knew what was happening before reality hit them as they were attacked but not by humans, rather a wolf. Tristan was frozen with fear as he stood watching the scene before him as more unknown creatures prowled out of the cover of trees. Sounds of shouts and screams ricocheted of his ears and before his eyes, one of the beasts before him pounced towards him, pushing him to the ground as teeth tore into the flesh of his abdomen.

Not being able to do anything but try fight the animal off him, Tristan’s shouts of pain echoed throughout the trees as his friends screamed in horror of what was happening to their friend before the fright got the best of them and they scrambled away from the scene, leaving their friend for dead with no second thought to it, only wanting themselves to be safe.

It didn’t take long for the creature to leave after that, the show that had been put on now cancelled after it’s viewers ran away. All that was left was the bloodied human on the floor, pain coursing through his body as small groans left his mouth with tears slipping out of his eyes and mixing with the blood that had begun to pool around him. Tristan couldn’t help but cry. He was going to die and that was it. It was inevitable and nothing would change that. Tristan had been left for dead by the people he thought were his friends, but is anyone truly your friend?

It felt like days had passed before he was finally found by a pair of joggers, though in reality it had only been a few hours that had passed. Tristan was so sure he was going to die, that dying there on that night after an animal attack was his destiny but fate decided to interrupt. That’s what he thought but he could never be so sure, plus it’s not like anyone would believe him if he said that.

After weeks in the hospital recovering from the attack and blood loss, Tristan was finally able to leave the hospital to the safety of his home though his plans of just relaxing didn’t last long as the next full moon rolled around. It came unexpectedly as pain spread throughout his body like a wildfire. At first he thought it was just pains starting up from the attack again, though that soon changed when he began to turn into something not so human, causing him more and more pain. He barely had time to leave the confinements of his home and into the woods nearby, earning strange looks from late night walkers as he ran past, trying to muffle his screams from the pain of the change in his body.

More pain came as he breathed heavily, momentarily forgetting how to breathe as his body ached with a throb that sent pain throughout his body, no matter how much he tried to stop it. Before he could try move once more to go deeper into the trees and away from any people, he stopped briefly before screaming out as he changed fully. Hours of agonizing pain grew worse before finally he felt relief, though he wasn’t himself. In Tristan’s place, a light furred wolf stood. Much like the one that had attacked him but different. He felt different and he knew it was something that would take him a while to grow used to. He didn’t even know what was happening for starters.

As soon as morning hit, Tristan had returned home with the sense that he couldn’t continue his life where he was with the secret that he was now carrying. Over all the years of reading myths and legends of supernatural creatures, Tristan had never once believed any of it, they were exactly that, myths. They weren’t real, though now he had proof they were, that there was a whole other life out there that nobody knew about. It was through some research he had done that he came across a city, one famous for being a home to all sorts of supernatural creatures. Evermore City, his next home where he could hopefully learn more about his changed self and what had happened to him to cause it all.

During his travels from his home in England to Evermore, Colorado, Tristan researched about lycanthropy, hoping to come up with some answers as to what his life had become, though he only received a few which in the end, helped more than he would’ve thought. As much as Tristan hadn’t wanted to leave his home and family, he knew it was the only option he had to protect everyone. He didn’t fully understand what he was capable of, but Tristan didn’t want to risk it. He convinced himself he was starting fresh in a new city, and he did.

Upon his arrival to the Eternal City, Tristan managed to find himself a job that would pay all the bills for the small cosy apartment he had found close to the City. It was the new start he needed to get used to the changes that had happened in his life. Tristan knew he would grow used to it all; the change on every full moon, the pain, it would just take time and he was okay with that. By being in Evermore City, that allowed him to find more people like him, to learn more about what he could do and that was exactly what he did.

Tristan used his time in Evermore wisely, he found the Therianthrope faction, meeting more people like him and learning about what he was, what he could do, everything. It helped and soon enough, Tristan joined the faction, knowing he was more at home there then he ever would be elsewhere.

Positive: Enthusiastic, Adventurous, Independent | Negative: Cautious, Indecisive, Vague