Tristan August Montegue

The Shadow Vampire

Tris

Male

936

6'2

Raven black

Short fringe

Crimson

Vampire

Many, many tattoos.

Tristan is very prejudice towards German people. Because of his run in with Nazism during the Holocaust, his opinion of German people is quite warped.

I can manipulate shadows with ease to the point of where I can become one with them. I can solidify them, making them into weapons, shields, and even everyday items. Another ability that was born into me is the ability to heal others with my blood. I don't use it much, but when I do it's for friends. Other than my shadows and my blood, I also have a few abilities that were giving to me from... Let's just say a friend. I have control over a small group of demons, they listen to my every word because their 'master' told them to do so. Along with that I know many demonic and satanic rituals that I do use when I need them. Also I am slightly connected with Death himself. If permitted I do have the ability to heal and take the death from someone if I please, but most of the time this does not work out for me.

I do have a few weaknesses as well. Even for an ancient I do have a few things that go wrong with my abilities. Sometimes rituals are either performed wrong or I do something wrong with the set up and they backfire on me or just don't work at all. I may be connected with the Dark Angel himself, but I am not a master at Satanic rituals, especially when it's out of the books... Those foreign words can be a bit hard to pronounce without a demon to help.

I have a slight aversion to fire. The trauma I experienced in my life revolving around flame is enough to make me not really want to be around it. Also if you haven't caught on, I do still suffer from chronic nosebleeds from time to time. They aren't as bad as they used to be, but they do still happen.

Tristan worships the ancient dark gods Daedra.

I was born in Paris France in year 1089. I grew up with my mother, father and my elder sister Avril. When I was little I discovered my shadow abilities, however no one within my family shared my ability and I had to teach myself about this strange new ability. From the moment I started to experiment with the shadows i knew that my parents feared my element. I hit the grand age of nineteen and someone came to me, a demon. The pretty woman had told me that I had been chosen, but by who and for what she didn't tell me. Two more years passed and on my twenty-first birthday I received a gift from the one who had chosen me. However this was no ordinary gift, it was a Cerberus pup, a hell hound. I named him Lucious and he has been with me ever since. This gift was a sign, I had finally figured out what I had been chosen for, the demons, the hell hound... I was chosen for something special for hell, but it would be for another few hundred years until I truly found out what I was to do.

I watched the Fontevraud Abbey start it's rise from my twenty-first to my thirtieth birthday. Beautiful church it is, I've always wanted to see the inside... Anyways it was calm in France for a little while, however in the year of my forty-fifth a massive fire broke out in a town not far from Paris, it traveled from Chartres and into Paris. The fire damaged the family home, my great grandfather was killed trying to save it. Thankfully my grandmother knew how to manipulate water, my father fire. We saved the house, but not my great grandfather. It was his forever mate, by great grandmother that found him. That was the first time I had ever seen one of my own kind cry blood. I knew then that my great grandmother would never be the same. She couldn't handle being without her mate, and killed herself the next night. We buried two great ancients that night.

Over the past few hundred years battles were won and lost in France, I moved from the family house in Paris and started my own life in Munich, Germany. In the years that I lived there I learned to speak German fluently. Centuries of peace in my life passed before tragedy struck Europe. In the year 1348, two-hundred fifty-nine years after my birth, the hardest struggle I had ever encountered in my life so far came to me. The Black Plague. It spread through Europe like wildfire killing every human in it's wake. However, this did not only affect the humans, but the vampires as well, myself and so many others were starving and dying out with the humans. In my desperation I turned to drinking the horrid infected blood of the plagued people. The sickness ran through me, weakening me and even went so far as to give me the symptoms of the sickness plaguing the humans. This started a condition in me that still plagues me today. My body wanted to purge the sick from my blood, thus making chronic nose bleeds a common occurrence in my life. Normally vampires don't have such human nuisances, but this was a special case.

I stayed in Germany for a few more centuries, avoiding the Hundred Year War, and staying in the background as Joan of Arc fought against the Catholic Church and eventually was named a French heroine. I traveled Europe for a few more centuries, but what brought me home was the Revolution. I came back to what History calls the Reign of Terror. The guillotine was famed for it's deaths, and while the humans had their fun chopping the head from anyone they could find, I was having fun feeding my uncontrollable thirst for blood. Yes I was quite the killer back in the day, and by that I mean two-hundred years ago. I would kill at least ten, twelve a night. I would bathe in blood. It was a dark time for me and all of my home country.

For the next few centuries I traveled to Russia to try to settle down, however when World War One started I wanted no part of it. I went to Romania, as the countries split and learned both Russian and Romanian as I stay where I felt I was safe. After the war I moved once more to Germany , however that was short lived. Hitler came into power and like the Jews, Gypsies, Disabled, and so many others, the Vampires were rounded up and taken to Concentration Camps. My sister, her husband and I were taken to Dachau. Myself being a double whammy because of my open homosexuality. I had been with a male partner at the time of my taking, he had been killed before me in searing flame. I stayed in Dachau for a few months before it was my turn to be gassed and burned. The Nazis had found out that the gas only weakened us vampires and decided to burn us as well noting that the flames were what really killed us.

I was gassed to near death, the nosebleeds got worse. After my initial gassing I was led to the flames, showered in gasoline and nearly burned to death. I was saved by a Nazi, taken from Dachau, but not before watching my sister Avril burn to her death. I found out that the Nazi was a vampire named Cole Rhyker. He wanted me as an underling, I only went with him because he saved my life. America was my next stop on my travels. I stay there for a through WWII and into the twenty-first century, learning English, before thinking of moving back to Germany.

I moved to Memmingen, Germany to finally settle down. And there is where I found my forever mate. His name was Dedrik Eberhardt. My first night in Memmingen I saved a human from a group of vampires. Since then my life changed forever. I got to know Dedrik better than anyone else, better than i knew myself. I came to love him. I stay with him for nine years, and those were the best nine years I had ever had in my life. For the first four years he was human, I spent a lot of time with him in his home with his mother, sometimes in the form of a dog or a cat because of his brother Luka. I shortly found out that Luka was a hunter, and didn't want the elder brother to try to push my lover away from me. Though, one night everything turned upside down. Cole, he followed Luka to his home and killed his mother, turned Dedrik and near killed Luka as well. I was too late to save Dedrik from vampireism.

Five years went by and there wasn't a night where Dedrik wouldn't break in front of me because he had become a monster. I tried to fix it... I really did, I tried to stop him from killing every human in sight... But in the end my beloved asked for death. I took him to see his last sunrise, his vampire body burned away and I never thought I would see him again.

I moved once more to Chicago, where I live today, and started a suicide club called Envy, making my home in the basement. That is the end of my past, for now we are in the present.