Tristan's Profile

I have made a Character Profile for Tristan McCall, one of the main characters from my story, Dead Raiser. Text in brackets means that's something that applied when he was alive.
I'm also going to be working on a Character Interview which is essentially me talking to Tristan. A bit weird but ever since making him, Tristan has been murmuring his own witty comments about everything in my ear, so why not let him have a bit of a chance to chat outside of the story.

Basic Statistics

Name: Tristan McCall.
Age: 200+
Nationality: British.
Hometown: Camberley.
Current Residence: Camberley.
Occupation: Prime Detective.
Income: Unknown.
Talents/Skills: Quick thinker, fast on his feet, pick locks, puzzle solver
Salary: Unknown.
Birth order: First.
Siblings: None.   
Spouse: Wife, Dead.
Children: Daughter, Dead.
Grandparents: Unknown.
Grandchildren: Had many, never met.
Relationship skills: Average.


Physical Characteristics:

Height: 5,8
Weight: (86kgs (when alive))
Race: Human/Skeleton.
Eye Color: (Blue)
Hair Color: (Brown but greying)
Glasses or contact lenses: None.
Skin color: (Pale)
Shape of Face: (Sharp but not in an unattractive way)
Distinguishing features: Is a skeleton. (Three long scars that slash down the lower half of his jaw and down his throat)
How does he dress: A suit, usually purple, black or grey.
Mannerisms: Usually sarcastic or sassy. Kind, caring and gentle. Angers quickly when certain stimuli is applied, patient when not.
Habits: Taps things when thinking. Rubbing his hands.
Hobbies: Reading. Scaring other sorcerers.
Favorite Sayings: “It’s the small details that are important.” “You’re an idiot, you are.” “I didn’t ask for your input.”
Speech patterns:
Disabilities: None.
Style: Elegant, dressy.
Greatest flaw: His simmering anger and sarcastic comments, not being able to resist taunting people.
Best quality: His kind, selfless heart.


Intellectual/Mental/Personality Attributes and Attitudes

Educational Background: Unknown.
Intelligence Level: Unknown.
Any Mental Illnesses: None.
Learning Experiences: Unknown.
Character's short-term goals in life: Teach Trinity magic. Get Merlock to make a suit that fits him properly.
Character's long-term goals in life: Keep the people he cares for safe.
How does Character see himself: Sarcastic, alone, broken.
How does Character believe he is perceived by others: Sarcastic, witty and intelligent.
How self-confident is the character: Not too self-confidant, always looks his best.
Does the character seem ruled by emotion or logic or some combination thereof: Both emotion and logic rule him, but he keeps the two apart if he can.
What would most embarass this character: Being proven wrong in front of people.


Emotional Characteristics


Strengths/Weaknesses: Strong minded, intelligent, quick thinker, fast on his feet/Too rash, too cold, not good at talking to people he dislikes.
Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert.
How does the character deal with anger: Usually by punching something or arguing.
With sadness: Keeps it hidden.
With conflict: Thinks things over usually, but often rushes ahead.
With change: Takes it in his stride.
With loss: Mourns silently and hides how he feels about it.
What does the character want out of life: To keep the people he cares for safe.
What would the character like to change in his life: He’s like another chance at love, even though he doesn’t admit it.
What motivates this character: His desire to keep what remains of his family safe.
What frightens this character: The thought of losing loved ones.
What makes this character happy: Spending time with friends.
Is the character judgmental of others: No.
Is the character generous or stingy: Generous.
Is the character generally polite or rude: Mostly rude. Can be polite.


Spiritual Characteristics

Does the character believe in God: No.
What are the character's spiritual beliefs: None.
Is religion or spirituality a part of this character's life: No.
If so, what role does it play: None.


How the Character is Involved in the Story

Character's role in the novel: A main character. A good guy.
Scene where character first appears: The Rising Dead.
Relationships with other characters:

1.Trinity Disconsolatia: His great, great granddaughter. He cares for her very much and will do anything to keep her safe.
2.Henry Howard: A Temple Agent. Neither likes each other very much.
3.Merlock: A cat-man who makes clothes for the magical community, mostly for Agents or sorcerers with dangerous jobs.

Chapter One Of Dead Raiser

     1: The Rising Dead  

 

A tall dark haired girl walked through a cemetery.

 It was around midnight in Camberley, mist trailed across the ground like insubstantial tendrils. She felt the mist dampened leaves beneath her boots. Her dark eyes moved from headstone to headstone, looking for the correct grave. She glanced down at the piece of paper in her hand and checked again, her eyes straining to see in the dim light generated by the moon. She drew to a stop as she neared a crumbling and decaying headstone; ivy choked the grass around it and crawled along the pockmarked stone.

  She slipped the sheet of paper into her canvas shoulder bag, a smile tugged at the corner of her lips; finally, after such a long time and a lot of effort, she had found it. She dipped her hand into her coat pocket and pulled out an old black leather bound book. She flipped to the page marked with a piece of red ribbon and, by the faint moonlight, read the spidery writing. The book was about the Dark Arts, like Necromancy and other forms of Death Magic. She nodded to herself and put the book back in her pocket, taking out a piece of chalk as she did. She knelt down in front of the grave, leaf litter crumpling beneath her, and began to draw complex symbols on the ground directly above the coffin.

  The symbols glowed, emitting an eerie white light. She spoke in a quiet voice imbued with power.

  “Earth open, earth crumble, earth crack, earth split. Dead awake, dead walk, dead talk. Life resume, life return, life begin, life start.” She slammed the palm of her hand down on the central symbol. The ground before her began to shudder and shake, a large crevice opening up. After a few moments all was still, she frowned, a few more minutes passed and still nothing happened. Had all her preparations been for nothing? A few more moments trickled by and still nothing happened so she climbed to her feet.

  She was about to turn and leave when the ground exploded with a blast of dark energy, sending sticks and dirt flying. A skeletal arm dressed in tattered rags extended from the ground, seeming to be groping for the moon. She took a step back as another arm exploded from the ground, followed by the skull and shoulders. The skull glinted dully in the faint moonlight, the hollows casting dark shadows; dirt tumbled from the eye sockets, nose, jaw and ears.

  The skull swivelled to her slowly, looking at her through hollow sockets. She cleared her throat, finding her voice after a moment of shock.

“Can you hear and understand me?” The skull tipped forwards in what appeared to be a bleary nod.

“Yes, I can both hear and understand you.” The voice was croaky and distorted from disuse, though the words were recognisable enough. She nodded with satisfaction.

“Do you need some help getting the rest of yourself out?” She asked, peering at the skeleton who was still half buried.

“Yes, that would be nice.” The skeleton spoke with a nod, holding its arms out for her to take hold of. She took hold of the bony hands and heaved, feeling some of the smaller bones bite into her skin a bit, it took a while but the skeleton was eventually extracted from the ground.

“Well, never in my life did I expect to wake up six feet under!” The skull tilted a little. “Though, Death Magic is very dark magic. Why is a little girl like you using it?”

  She scowled. “I’m not little. I was using it because when my parents died, my aunt and uncle should have told me the family secret. They didn’t, they burnt all of the letters my parents left for me.” The skeleton stopped in the middle of dusting the dirt from the rags in an attempt to tidy himself up.

  “And who are your parents?” The voice had a soft note in it, his voice was clear enough now to tell that the skeleton was indeed a man. She sighed. “They were Shawn and Violet Martin.” She glanced up at him. “You are related to them, right?”

The skeleton nodded. “Yes, Shawn is my great, great, ah, very great grandson. I’m Tristan by the way, who are you?” She blinked in surprise. “Very great grandson?” She echoed, letting it sink in for a moment. “Oh, my name’s Ivy.” Tristan nodded again, she guessed he didn’t have much in the way of expression now. “Yes, very great grandson. Thank you for, ah, bringing me back from the dead by the way. Even if that kind of magic is highly prohibited.” He sounded cheerful yet somehow serious at the same time.

  Ivy looked down. “Yeah, I thought it might have been. What happens now? Do you know the family secret?” She really hoped she wasn’t pushing her luck with the last question. Tristan’s head tilted.

  “Hmm, well, I suppose since you meant no harm it’ll be alright. And yes, I do know the family secret though I’d much prefer to tell you somewhere much safer. The sun is rising and I should not like to try explaining myself to anyone.” Ivy already knew what he was going to ask before he even spoke, “Why don’t you take me to wherever you’re living now?” She nodded, agreeing since he had nowhere else to live anymore. “Excellent, lead the way then.”

                                                                                                                            

This is the first chapter of Dead Raiser, if anyone wants to ask anything about it or the rest of the story, ask away.