The beginning of Tristan starts nine months before his birth when a group of undead hunters snuck into the keep of a known Vampire lord. They had planned their move perfectly they took out the human guards on the outside silently as well as the skeletal on the inside. The only problem was the Lord of the keep had known they were planning this from the start one of the men of the group was a traitor and seeked immortality. When they reached his main room they found him lounging in a chair one leg thrown up over the arm of his chair. The naked bodies of numerous female corpses scattered on the floor from his feeding.
"I had been wondering how long it would take you all to get here."
He said as he remained seated seemingly unnerved by the three men and one women named Igraine standing before him.
"Kyle do be a dear and help me with this problem." He said to one of the three men. "What is this bast.. One of his ex-allies asked before his question was cut of in a gurgle of blood as the traitor's blade plunged into his throat.
The remaining man and the women both fought Kyle and it seemed as if they would win until the Vampire came behind the remaining man Brandon and brought his large greatsword down and cleaved him in half. Well that was entertaining, now for the main course. He said with a wicked smile and a hungry look in his eye as he dropped the blade and slammed his fist into the side of the woman's face.
When she finally awoke she noticed three things; one she was no longer in the keep, two she was naked, and three she was pregnant. Well it didn't take long to realize what that bastard had done to her rather than kill her he had left her with an abomination growing inside her. She had heard of this type of creature but had never believed it could actually be done.
It was then in some dark dank cellar she decided to use the creature growing inside her to hunt and the kill the bastard responsible. First Kyle and then the Vampire Mordred. She spent the nine months of her pregnancy in hiding while gathering information on Kyle and Mordred. When Tristan was born he had a full set of stark white hair and piercing red eyes...just like his father...Igraine thought with contempt.
Tristan was always trying to get his mothers affection excelling at every task she presented to him, but she only treated him with scorn and contempt. She taught him how to fight, how to hunt, and most importantly how to kill. His one friend was the tiger cub he had rescued when he was 12 he was amazed that his mother let him raise the cub. When he turned 15 she left to find Kyle and finally kill him. She never returned. Since then Tristan has hunted those who should no longer exist those who have escaped Karone's embrace.
When he turned 19 he met an elven bard named Aira who for what ever reason seemed to be interested in a pitiful wretch like him. When they first met she was being backed into a corner by some lowlife thug who couldn't take no for an answer. Just as Tristan reached them he heard a loud bang and watched as the thug slumped to the ground dead with a bullet between his eyes. Can I help you? She asked he green eyes sparking in the dim light of the alley as she calmly steps over the corpse and loads another bullet into her gun. I heard the commotion and was trying to help. He said staring into her jade green eyes. Could I be so bold as to buy you a drink.. He said somewhat hesitantly. Completely entranced by this beautiful women.
It didn't take long into their conversation that not only was she attractive but her mind was just as beautiful if not more. When he told her what he was and what he did rather than be appalled or frightened she did the strangest thing she grab him and kissed him on the lips then held him close.
Soon after the two married and since then they have been traveling hunting for any information about Kyle, Mordred, and now Tristan's mother Igraine. They are currently headed towards the Grand Hall of the Arisan High Council, in the city of Ren in hopes that their may be someone their who can shed some light on what had happened to his mother.