Tristan is:
» thirty-two years old, and is currently a knight.
» meek, serene, great fighter, 

PERSONALITY: Predilection for killing, and not really caring too much about others, except those in his own "group", and then only partially. 

NATIONALITY: Sarmatian

OCCUPATION: Knight of the Round Table; Scout

ALIGNMENT: Arthur, and the Knights

ATTIRE: Tristan wore the dress of the Sarmatian warrior; a leather pull-over jerkin, with silver disks woven into the material and light brown leather trousers. Sometimes, a long overcoat on chilly days. Most notable are his braids, tattoos, even his greater Mongolian headwear. 

LIKES: His hawk… his sword… his bow, and his whistling arrows, oh yes, and the knights of course. And apples of course!

DISLIKES: Tristan hated many things. Rome and Romans for a start. He hated this cold island and the people living on it. He hated the judging glares from other men when he killed someone. He hated that he had to follow orders from a Roman for so many years. And he hated to be so far away from home. And most of all - Saxons !

STRENGTHS: Finely tuned senses, even to the point of bewitchery, true traits for a scout. Killer instincts. His ability to shoot a bow incredibly accurate, even while at a full gallop upon a horse. A more than fair knife thrower.

WEAKNESSES: His ability to communicate as well as others.

 

QUIRKS/HABITS: The smirk… can be evil or sarcastic. The glare of eerie brown eyes.

FEARS: Failing in his duties and/or dishonoring Arthur.

GOALS: Kill the enemy as often as possible; and if or when he is killed… to be reincarnated as a warhorse…. To have his deeds handed down father to son for all of time.

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WEAPONRY: Scimitar, a Bootdagger, and a Sarmatian-style reflex composite bow