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Post by rene2 on Oct 12, 2012 6:59:12 GMT -8
 4.8.9twenty seven | male | player | - - - | tristam weiThe Character Some people are born rabbits; quick and shy and flighty. Some others are born wolves; team workers, vicious and tightly knit. Some are gazelles, others are bears and others still were lions.
But there were the rare few who were born dragons.
He’s the proper sort, they say; one of the men who’ve reached the very pinnacle of what many would define as success. He was born into one of the strongest business family’s in Asia, groomed to take over after his father and become heir to the multi billion dollar corporation. As soon as he was able, he was taught several different languages used in business, as well as musical instruments such as the piano and violin, and high class recreational activities like horseback riding, hunting and archery. He was raised to be perfect. There’s gold on his brow, some say, his family blessed by gods and goddesses generations ago.
He’s a king among men; a dragon among earthly beasts.
And the dragon lurks; it’s in his blood. He walks the corridors with an air of finality, every step a choice and every word a law. There are men who follow him around corners and in dark alleyways; pinstriped suits and sunglasses to hide their eyes, occasionally toting tommy guns in a style similar to the Italian mafia. They are his men, as are the rest who are tattooed with the crest of the water lotus and the crane.
The triads are a dangerous world no matter how you look at them. They’re an invisible hand at every event that takes place in Asia, centralized in Hong Kong; every high political meeting and every lowly street fight. They have eyes and ears everywhere, each one either working with another in peace and harmony, while others have fought generations-long wars against each other. In Hong Kong, there are six big ones… including his own.
A wildly successful corporation wasn’t the only thing he was entitled to; his father’s triad was the second prize. He inherited both at age twenty five, becoming the youngest Dragon Head among the big six when his father became old and tired. Despite his success in both, he keeps his lives separate. To the businessmen, he’s clean and proper, an heir that is more than capable of walking in his father’s footsteps. To the other triads, he’s up and coming, groomed to take over and a dangerous source of new competition.
Tristam is serious when it comes to his work, regarding everything with an air of polite detachment and others with thinly veiled contempt. He’s stiff and stone cold, denying anybody the privilege to be in his head; why would he? It’s a dangerous world, and he’s a dangerous man. The only time he’s at ease was when he was with family; they were the only ones he could count on, as he’d been raised to believe.
But it gets awfully lonely at the top of the hill.
Tristam would have been content to remain alone for the rest of his life, but he was given a companion on loan, and then gifted to him. This companion is one of the few reasons he’s in the game at all.
He could have left his companion in a little box for the loan time, and then in a dingy apartment in the run down part of the city for the rest of his life, but he didn’t. He upgraded him, giving him a nice living space, good food, and almost daily visits and in return, he got obedience and pliability.
The private pod was a reward for his companion’s obedience. He hadn’t misbehaved in a while, having given that up rather early and providing little resistance to him. But with a whole new world open to his ward, there needed to be extra security measures taken, and much more precaution.
Tristam doesn’t directly interact with him unless he absolutely needs to or if he’s wanted; the game is about letting his companion have space, and that is what he intends to do. Sometimes his men keep watch, but sometimes he does so himself, when he has time. He keeps an eye on him from afar.
But playing babysitter is work as well, and when he gets offline he needs to fill out forms and papers. When he’s not doing that, he’s in a business meeting, or making sure nothing in the triad is amiss. There is never any rest for Tristam.
The RPername Renegade!
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