Tessa_Renalds

Traveler - FFXIV Fanfiction. Currently in: A Realm Reborn POST GAME
An AGSA Journey: Tristan - A Forum Adventure Guild Story for the Sky Archipelago!
Origin - Beta Game Testers trapped in Virtual Reality
The Relic - High Stakes Adventure in a Victorian/Steam punk setting
Storyteller - Parker’s dream comes true [complete]

Tristan
Name: Tristan Fletcher
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 24
Appearance:
She has long blonde hair that she’ll throw into a high ponytail, letting her sidebang loosely hang in front of the right side of face. Tristan has a young face, many think of her as younger than she actually is. Her eyes are a feisty blue. She stands at an average height for a human female, around 5’ 6”.
Personality:
Tristan believes hat anything worth doing should be done right the first time. She tends to be a perfectionist. She enjoys talking about her passions, one of those said passions is crafting.
Backstory:
Tristan grew up in a small village with her adoptive family—and they were given an opportunity of a lifetime from a traveling guildsmen. They were asked to explore an unexplored mineshaft in a country far away. Something called the Philander’s Mine. She and her elven brother and sister travelled together with this mission in mind. It was in their travels that Tristan met... an unfortunate end? They were attacked on the roads by a troupe of goblins by a cavernous waterfall. Tristan watched her sister run into the cave beyond the waterfall to get the last of the goblins, only to hear the snarling growl and snapping jaws of wolves. Trying to save her sister, Tristan distracted the wolves, calling them out of the cave and out toward her expectant brother... and then she remembered falling—her ankle slipped on the shale and wet rock bed. It was then that she felt the crunch of bones and the freezing cold water. She couldn’t breathe, her head had been submerged as sharp teeth dug painfully into her shoulder.
But then she found herself in a different place. There were no wolves attacking her. No goblins attacking her. There was no freezing cold water or the gushing sounds of the waterfall. She could hear the birds chirping overhead—there was a bright sun in the sky, and fluffy white clouds that floated overhead. Tristan pulled herself off the ground, the grassy gnolls stretched on for what seemed like miles—and then she turned around. There was a giant gust of wind, as she peered over an edge of the cliff—or what should have been the cliff. Her eyes widened at the sight—at the beautiful landscape of an expanding archipelago that floated high in the sky. She could see a town in the distance, across some of the many connected bridges and pathways.
While Tristan was concerned for her family, she could also remember the sinking of sharp teeth in her shoulder, reaching up to touch the spot. She felt the raised bumps of a scar—one that was of bite marks and her cotton tunic torn from the attack.
She decided that the only thing she could do was to keep moving forward—after all maybe the Gods gave her an opportunity at another life? She had the feeling she died—the scars were testament to that....
She wouldn’t squander this new chance at life. She’d live to the best of her abilities—and learn all she could about this fascinating new world before her. After all, she wanted to become the best artificier and craftsmen the realm would always remember.