Hurst, Tristan Cameron

[Tristan Cameron Hurst]

TRISTAN CAMERON HURST

FACE CLAIM: Ryan Ball
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AGE: XXX (February 23rd)
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Demisexual
POSITION: Chief of Bellefonte’s Psychiatric Department of Thanatology



POWER: Non-powered


LIMITATIONS:

N/A


SIDE-EFFECTS:

N/A




HEIGHT: 5'9 (1.72 metres)
HAIR COLOR: 

Extending in slightly trimmed sleek blond locks, the mane that usually settles atop his head is mostly combed whenever he is at duty; nevertheless, he keeps it unkempt on a sloth basis where he wouldn’t even bother on passing a hand through it. Not wonted to clog it with caps or hats of almost any sort, although he might resort to fedoras or beanies whenever he is in the mood – especially on occasions on which he is not willing to an impeccable mien, as he usually does. Henceforth, the man is pretty careful on how groomed his aspect is and how to remain faultless at every chance.

EYE COLOR: 

A pair of mesmerising pupils that dye in a vibrant teal that tinges with a bluish hue, depending on the illumination and the colours Tristan is clad with, is what your sight will meet whenever you set your gaze upon his. People claim his eyes communicate, as he tends to be really expressive with them, for whenever he is upset, at ease or simply nonchalant – that can be portrayed through the position of his bushy brows and how furrowed or flat they may seem. These attributes make him not only attractive to almost everyone around him, but as well of a book really easy to be read.



These might hide behind a pair of thin black glasses that he wears when reading or whenever staying long before a screen. Normally he’s rarely seen with them, if it’s outside practise within his den (his office, where the therapy takes course). He needs them for taking notes about the patient and for tending paperwork.



MISC: 

As for corporal hair, he lets it grow its natural length, barring the stubble which he maintains incipient or profuse, depending on his mood and the climate (it might grow bolder whenever they’re amidst winter, and trimmed whenever amidst summer). His chest, however isn’t covered by a single trace of hair for which he feels he was blessed (he doesn’t look fondly at chest hair). Nevertheless, you’ll never have a glimpse of him without beard, as he detests his outlook whenever he’s relinquished from his jawline fur.


In regards to clothing, the man is well furnished with all sorts of tailored suits that cling to his frame and forge a toned muscular shape chiselled by the constant practise of bouldering and trotting. He is accustomed to ties and waistcoats underneath the varied blazers he totes with himself for almost any occasion. Striped, Grey, Black, White, Marine Blue, he is endowed with any hue and has a quite poignant notion of fashion and style – Dolce & Gabbana, PRADA, Gucci, Armani. Swotting throughout his degree made him grant himself a salary that not only can afford such things, but edges him towards the brink of compulsive purchasing. He is donned, frequently, with posh accessories of manly jewellery as such as gilded watches and rings at a daily basis, and leathered bracelets when he is off job, mostly with v-neck, normal tees and jeans.




PERSONALITY:

Adaptability is an inherent component regarding Tristan and his flexible nature. Wonted to the absence of those close ones encircling him, the quick supple characteristic aided and aids him to overcome almost any tragedy and grim scenario that befalls upon him. He is one of the few that endure before tempest and are rapid to overcome obstacles, such as the loss of his parents and of his beloved wife. He is prone to resort to sophrosyne whenever he is at duel and grieving, as to render himself to a reticent sullen demeanour, yet he won’t linger on more than due after his experience of becoming a morose widowed. He’s grown more callous before such affairs and he learnt how to handle them as to what to do and what not to do – this is the main ingredient behind his wisdom which helped him attaining the post he occupies now. Ergo, he is a compassionate person that is able to inhabit in someone else’s skin and sense woes from the flesh without that analytical and frivolous objective perspective he always applies to almost anything he does. He reckons of sorrow as a force, and as such, he believes you can let it control you or steer it adroitly in your favour.

As a pisces, Doctor Hurst lives in reverie in an oft schedule, since he is one person of a vibrant and alive imagination that lets him tread without his feet on the ground. Due his cerebral capacity and his intelligence, the man is someone that whenever he is not at the office, might appear loutish to some, as a really distracted person that pays almost no attention to the world around him. These conducts irritate people striving to mingle with him, as he might lose the thread of the conversation quite easily or even fall into a dorky mood. He is forgetful with certain aspects and might ditch his belongings if it’s not directly linked to him (tossed mobile phone, abandoned coats), although he is fortunate enough to remember them and recede to wherever place he stranded them at. He lives in a festinated agenda that needs to be accomplished at once, yet he is pretty stoic and even insouciant about it – ignorance is bliss, though in this case is negligence, instead. He’s never lost anything to this obnoxious habit, though, and he takes really good care of his belongings (setting aside the former). His post is his raison d’être, honestly.

In social standards, his inability to converse and hold a proper conversation with someone has waned his rapports with people, thusly he might be labelled as antisocial, when it’s not quite accurate. Tristan prefers to surround himself with a pack he can actually trust and he’s quite loyal to the overall of ships and connections. Whenever is not set on a professional path, Tristan might take his friend’s issues and turned them into his own, as claiming whatever affects them, it affects him as well. Nonetheless, like with his patients, he draws a thin yet impenetrable line between what’s of his concern and what isn’t – the only thing that maintains him within sanity. These persons are the ones that walked past his cluttered exterior and deepened into the real Tristan. The bond is so strong that they know by heart they can account on him for whatever vicissitude arises. Nevertheless, he has an ample group of acquaintances he’s quite fond of spending time with.

Hurst doesn’t succumb before the unleashed passion of sultry snogging and the grazing of skins, as he is not touched by it, not an ounce. The man could have his curiosity piqued for an instance when it comes to fine slender ladies, and he might even fall into a one-night-stand situation, yet, it’s not something premeditated and it’s quite eerie. Learning from the lifetime span relationship with his wife and where sentiments were mired in growing up together and sharing their livelihoods, the rest was set aside into a shallow level of vanity and trifle inanities. Tristan won’t meddle with anyone, as it’s not his fashion and he was never unfaithful by any mean, as not even with the thought. Relinquished from his life companion, the man is quite forlorn and despondent at the theme of encountering that missing part of his soul – yet, reluctance is not impossibility. After the execrable death of his wife, he has occasionally meddled with women, though nothing has gone grander than one-night-stands and fleeting glances. There hasn’t been a woman capable of reaching out for his heart, still.

He is normally an equable individual that is not easy to be taken astray from a tranquillity path, yet, there are times in which he might not be in the mood and his temper hinders relation with him, as to even seeming a short-wicked person that might go berserk over a certain word or something that contradicts him. Apart from the uncanny whits of exacerbation, Tristan is someone that resorts to sarcasm when expressing himself – even with patients, which leads to comical scenarios, in a regular basis. Thanks to this particular quirk of his, it’s almost never possible to ascertain when he’s being serious or not - he keeps a deadpan stare when being sarcastic, so it’s not easy to discern.


LIKES

• Tristan relishes in having a book attached to his hands, except he is quite specific on what he reads about, as he is pretty exigent on such matters. Whether it is about advances on medical technologies, articles related or simply a novel, he is an avid reader that pleases himself in the habit of lecture.
• As a manner to be fit, Tristan follows a routine of bouldering and trotting in his spare time, and normally at dawn, or a little later than that. Along with it, he works out regularly with push-ups, pull-ups and crunches. He’s always been fond of being in shape and taking care of his body.
• Tristan is a man of manners, modesty and impeccable taste. This is visible through his outwear and his bearing at almost every detail and how he talks and walks. He likes to leave a good first impression and to be bedazzling when introduced (this is more of an unconscious whim, rather than a wanton action). But he is very dedicated to the looks and attire, as he attempts to follow a certain sophisticated style of a gentleman.
• The man enjoys swilling hot beverages before the heat of the hearth on a wintery evening. Tristan and his wife used to stay by the fireplace and tell each other stories about the day or playing cards with each other – or simply cuddling at the couch. These are the happiest memories he cherishes the most.
• He can gorge in chocolate, since it’s the most tantalising and delicious sweet for him. He’s quite of an addict to it.

DISLIKES

• Doctor Hurst sees respect as something precious and he is quite strict on it. Almost no one will refer to him as Tristan but as Doctor Hurst (especially his patients). He spent years studying for it to be acknowledged, and such, he won’t take it nicely that you dismiss his title as Doctor for having a PhD on Thanatology.
• Conflict is something he is bound to shun whenever possible. Tristan is a peaceful man that is needless of violence or vehement behaviour and such. Nonetheless, he knows to stand up for himself and affront whoever dares to quarrel.
• Having someone reminding him about his deceased family (wife and parents). He is not brusque about it, as more of a sullen mood whenever someone mentions something about them.
• Haughty people. There is something about people believing they’re better than others because of a certain status quo or certain amount of quid in their bank accounts that they believe they can treat others like rubbish. It’s something he can’t cope with. Despite of being, himself a snub - quite seldom.
• Tristan is an agnostic person that doesn’t believe in a creed or religion and ergo, he deems every matter regarding such spirituality as asinine – nevertheless, he respects others and won’t ridicule them. It’s more of an inner assumption.

SECRET(S): He is hesitant to accept the possibility that he was powerless about not being able to do anything to help his wife’s death. Inwardly, he blames himself for not paying more attention to those nightmares she used to deal with.




FATHER: Caleb Alexandre Hurst { 45 deceased }

MOTHER: Serena Elinor Hurst { 32 deceased }

SIBLINGS: --

WORTHY MENTIONS: Cathleen Pritz { 28 deceased wife }




CHILDHOOD:

Amidst a chilly wintery morning in the hectic city of London, a February 23rd, a baby boy was born amongst a flustered hospital with rooms rife with gloomy and joyful people, within the normalcy such edifice conceals. Serena received the baby in her arms and soon knew what his name would be when he grabbed for one of her crystal earrings and he seemed fond of them. ´ Crystal was a girl’s name, so the closest to it was ‘Tristan’ for a boy. Caleb agreed on naming him after such casualty, in spite of being a man of rooted principles and calculated personality – he wouldn’t mind such trifle. However, he would be the one to pick the second name, and so he did, ‘Cameron’. Thusly, Tristan Cameron Hurst was born.

Caleb wasn’t a wealthy man but more of a frugal nature. The man earned sufficient to afford a flat in the commodities of the city outskirts, just about the first floor where he could peek through the window to the nearby households. He dreamt of the day he could buy one of those expensive places within the city - the man was pretty optimistic for being an accountant working for a small company. Tristan would inherit such endurance. The man was a loving father that helped at every chores whenever he could, and was happy to rear his son.

The boy promptly began to walk and frolicking, cavorting about the flat’s room whilst papa was out. Serena pampered his son in small details where she could be generous in her own way. Tristan would be taken to the nearest store for a sweet every now and then, and his favourite ones would always be the chocolates. Nothing compared to that scrumptious savour sliding down his throat and making a smile grew across his features.

Commencing his scholar trajectory, the child had a quite rough start by having issues at understanding complex concepts and such, although he was brilliant, such brilliance was still locked up in his brain. It wasn’t until he was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) that they could assail the problem directly and helped him to focus and learn better. He underwent years of having to do things in a certain special way to retain the information and to be as functional as the rest of his class mates. Due this special attention, a particular girl caught his eye and began an interesting interaction (it was then when Tristan met Cathleen for the very first time). She would pester him at recess and scrawl things on his notebooks, for as long as he could recall – she was quite a lovely gal.

As years passed by, the childish behaviour was left behind and they became close friends, and they would spend time together and even at other’s place for the weekend or so. It was quite easy because they lived near. Cathleen’s father worked at the same bank Tristan’s did, thus they moved almost within the same social circle.


ADOLESCENCE:

Hormones scrambled Tristan’s deems on Cat, and it made him distance a little from her and starting to hang out with blokes, mostly, although she would still go to his place and he would go to hers. Cathleen would begin requesting weird things like holding her hand during a film or hugging her whilst they were seated watching telly. Regardless of the preposterous demands, Tristan appreciated Cat’s company and he didn’t want to be away from her. It was then that she received the visit of some strange suited man and took her to an exclusive Academy named ‘St Bethany’ and she would only be allowed to visit her family once or twice a month, during weekends. Tristan was coerced to bid his friend farewell for a while.

It was the constant absence of her and the memory of her blond hair roaming about his head that made him think more and more of her in a different manner, and it even made him feel bashful about it. He was content whenever he could see her during weekends, although she wouldn’t be allowed to stay at his place like before. Now the holding of hands and the cuddling didn’t seem a bad idea, and he felt at ease when he could be around her.

It was a hardship for him to concentrate at school without her and it took its toll on his scores, along with a terrible fact that beset him without warning. Serena would faint out of the blue whenever she was tidying up the flat and other simple toils she was pretty wonted to work on. She was diagnosed with a rare illness that only affected a certain percentage of the population. Such disease consumed her quickly and relentlessly, in a couple of years, just before Tristan turned 13 years old, she passed away. The bloke was determined to leave the school and to throw away his future, but was admonished by Cathleen to carry on and to never ever give up on anything. ‘ I’m not giving up on you; I never will ’ she said with his face in her hands and she kissed him afterwards. Tristan would never forget such instance where everything else was blown away. With their hands entwined, it was him and her against the world, and come what may.

Adolescence was pretty rough for Tristan, since he had to teach himself how to cook proper meals, not burn his clothes at ironing, or probably just not ironing at all; having to wash his clothes by himself, since his father was busy enough to barely have time to sleep. Everything was learnt through error and success. Tristan changed for better, and Cat helped him throughout this factions as to become his girlfriend and principal support.

Whilst Tristan stayed in England to commence with the A levels and his slow climb to become a doctor in the field of medicine, Cathleen had asked for a transferred term at Bellefonte Academy in the US. It was hard, but they both moved on, since Cat’s family would be moving to the continent of America because of a work position her father had been offered. Tristan knew all about long distance relationships, and yet, they ventured on striving. They would spend hours on the phone, talking about nothing, since they knew each other too well to enjoy each other’s silence. It worked for long enough before they both started with University. They were forced apart by the circumstances, and they broke up because no one could live a normal life still attached to each other – the time zones was the main conflict and made them quite reluctant to the strife.

ADULTHOOD:

Medical school was demanding as anything else in life had been, but the rewards were pretty worthwhile. Tristan got the chance to heal people at a close approach, a little affected by the constant pang of being unable to help his mother with her illness. During the internship he met ‘Behati, for whom he developed attraction and a relationship later on. They would sneak into the storage room for snogging sessions and beyond. Before he knew it, they were both graduating and being examined by a selected member of the Universities Medical Assessment Partnership (UMAP) with a Bachelor of Medicine, Bachelor of Surgery MBChB.

Having to pay for the expensive education, Caleb worked double shifts assiduously and almost to no avail, for as long as he saw his son becoming a renowned doctor. Nonetheless, the strain was grander and he began presenting complications with blood pressure and he was retired before time. Tristan managed to get a job that could sustain him and still let them pay the rent of the flat – until his father, just like his mother, died unexpectedly from a heart stroke. Fortunately for Caleb, it was during his sleep and he wasn’t able to feel a thing.

Tristan received a call from Cat once his father was gone and she even attended the funeral. When Cat saw him attached to another woman, it was revolting to her, and she couldn’t cope with it. Behati confronted her when she sensed her real intentions with Tristan, and Bethany suffered a strange incident regarding a giant bubble of water enveloping her. It was only then when Tristan figured what the ‘St Bethany’ Academy actually was, and Cathleen explained him everything about her powers and how sorry she was about almost drowning his girlfriend. Past the traumatic experience, the girl couldn’t accept having to bear a freak’s presence and she made Tristan decide between them. The man opted for Cat and bid Behati farewell. He was exultant of having Cathleen around him, just like when they were young.

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Cat couldn’t cope Tristan’s absence, and she admitted it to him whilst being back there. Tristan agreed and before notice they were kissing underneath the moonlight at his porch. The incident brought them together, once more. She even applied for a whole year transferee opportunity and got it – he began his masters when she moved back with him. Despite of having few time for being together, they made everything to make it worth it. Cat spoke to him about the men she had been with and how petty they were, and how none of them had made her feel the way he did. Before the year was gone, he proposed to her during supper.

The couple married secretly a pair of weeks after the proposal, with a pretty modest celebration with just the close ones (her family not included, sadly). Cat hadn’t finished her studies yet and she needed to go back for her last term. Tristan accompanied his wife to the airport and watched him flee, although it would be for only a few months. Once Tristan was done with the Masters in Psychiatry in another year, they would both move to the US where Cat’s father would grant them a beautiful place to stay (the position for which they had moved had proven to be fruitful, economically). Cathleen ended her education and managed to get a post within the Academy as a high-school teacher, though she wouldn’t be able to stay and asked for a favour to be able to work on St Bethany for a term before they went back to the States for good.

The man had to overcome several crisis before he decided he needed a relief and to let go off both of his parents’ deaths. He applied for a PhD on Thanatology once in the US, and he was done with it after 3 years of a mirthful marriage with his best friend. It was his perseverance at a close hospital and his strive at the psychiatric treatments that conferred him an exclusive fame which helped him to be confident (in spite of his young age) to apply for a position at the Bellefonte Academy. Having a PhD in Thanatology and plenty of troubled students on their plate, the Academy couldn’t refuse such a chance for someone as qualified as him was – the fact he was married with a mutant helped him to blend in and to receive acceptance in spite of his lack of supernatural abilities. He was 27 when he achieved this milestone.

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Everything was perfect for them and they even thought of having children, since the man was escalating pretty rapidly on his career. The nearness with the mountains made him develop an interest for bouldering and he learnt everything about it, as to do everything to be in shape. He had always been slender and sort of fit, but he didn’t work out (it was harder to do that whilst being in London due the cold and the conditions), he could now dedicate fully into his marriage and making his wife happy.

Nonetheless, a bleak day came when Cat stayed late at the Academy due paperwork and was left pretty unsafe under the dimmed light of the hallways. One of the students had a weird crush on her and he had been sleuthing her down to that very moment as she had treaded across the corridor to surprise her from behind and thrust her against the lockers. He was stronger than her, and strong enough to subjugate her. The student attempted to molest her for which (her power being a water manipulator that could gestate water from her own body by absorbing the oxygen and hydrogen along with some other components of the atmosphere and channelling them through her ability to transform it into the precious liquid) she trapped themselves inside one of her water bubbles for long enough to almost drown the both of them and having them fainted amidst the hallway. The student was expelled and the teacher had to endure therapy for the traumatic experience.

Tristan suffered the collateral damage, as she couldn’t get intimate anymore without feeling uncomfortable and shoving him away squirming and grunting with tears in her eyes. The man knew this was only a phase, but sometimes it was unbearable, as he even had to sleep outside of their abode, because any physical contact could trigger her angst. People would say that he was quite ill-humoured then and even nettled at almost anything. It wasn’t easy for any of them. The effect it had on their love life pervaded havoc everywhere it stepped into.

Slowly and gradually, they fell into a rare habit where she would scream from the top of her lungs, gasping for air because of the nightmares that haunted her, and having Tristan holding her close regardless of her will and whispering everything as alright to her ear, just soothing her down at whatever way she permitted him to. It was difficult when she showed so reluctant to his contact and almost pushed him aside at every effort.

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And one night, Tristan had heard some weird noises coming from the upper floor when he felt some droplets on his face, from their abode. When he reached the room, he found his wife drenched in water just like the rest of the architecture, damped at every visible corner. He endeavoured on resuscitating her, at reviving her by any possible chance, but before he knew it, it was too late, and his wife had died drowned by her own gift.

Little by little, and thanks to his knowledge on bereavement, after grieving her entire nights up in their abode, he was able to quell the agony and to live life again. This didn’t affect his performance as a psychiatrist, as he always was aware of never merging his woes with work. Tristan became absorbed by the necessity of exercising and to almost shun staying at home, doing nothing. There’s not a day in his life when he doesn’t recall the memory of his wife, but he does it, not contritely but focusing on the joyful moments they could spend together.




SAMPLE:

Tristan clutched the verge of the bedside table to prevent himself from slumping down on the wooden floor of their abode. He gasped for air as his eyes swelled with the impression, and his hand fumbled about his chest, feeling his heartbeat that for a moment became intermittent, just as if the pauses between each flutter grew more silent with every second. He stepped behind due the necessity to plant himself firmly on the ground and forwent the queasy notion that possessed almost every niche of his frame. His heart threatened to come out of his throat in the form of a knot that was so massive that it almost blocked his breathing. He closed his eye lids shut, as he couldn’t believe what they were displaying. Re-opening them slowly, with everything happening in fractions of seconds, the man hastened himself forwards, groping for the hand of hers, dangling from the brink of the mattress that seemed denser than ever – it was completely soaked up and drenched, leaking water through its bottom that filled the room to a visible extent where the water sphere had lingered for he didn’t know how long. " Baby, it’s ok. I’m here, baby ” he stammered, holding her wet body close to his and fumbling for a pulse – it wasn’t there.

He slid a hand right under her body so he could lift her from the bed and stowed her neatly on the floor where the shoal splotches were almost dry, lying her carefully as his lips sought for hers, having an intake of oxygen to blow through them, withdrawing only to apply pressure on her thoracic box with quick recursive movements. “ Come on baby. You can’t do this to me. Not you ” he fought to hold the tears brimming, stuttering as he manoeuvred through the resuscitation technique he had mastered during his early years, now exerted on saving his beloved wife. He repeated the procedure, over and over again, reluctant to lose her, just to figure out it was futile.

The man remained still for longer than he could even conceive and felt the tears escaping him, one by one, consuming him in a reticent snivelling “ Cathleen, please, no. Cat, don’t leave me ” he embraced her lifeless body and held it against his chest, propping her head on his shoulder, swinging back and fro with her, cupping her nape with his right hand. He grunted, burying his head in her soppy locks and snorting due the excruciating pain that seared him and charred every bit of soul he withheld in him.

Cathleen had always experienced bad dreams and used to rouse sweaty in the middle of the night, though it had never resulted in such circumstances like these. He could recall the memories of just bracing her close and whispering ‘ everything would be alright at her ear. Never thought he was the one in need of that, now.

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AGE GROUP: Two decades and something


EXPERIENCE: 10 years


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