TRISTIAN cameron PIERCE

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Name: Tristian Cameron Pierce.
Nickname: Just Tristian, or Trissy by close friends.
Gender: Male.
Age: 17 years.
Birthdate: June 22nd.
Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Appearance: What you first may notice about Tristian is his eyes. They are bright blue and show his true personality through them. They seem to spark with curiosity, too. He has dyed his hair so many times, he can't even remember his natural hair color. Right now, however, his hair is dyed black and in that wonderful emo/scene style. His bangs are trained to go over his forehead toward the right, and they're just barely above his eyes. He has very pale skin. He burns very easily and doesn’t even tan, which sucks in his opinion. Tristian stands at 5’9” and has a very small, girlish frame, but he isn’t curvy like one.

He's a bit picky about what he wears. He doesn’t like loose clothing, it just bugs the crap out of him and he’d be whining all day long. He also doesn’t like clothing that’s so tight, he gets wedgies. Armpit wedgies are pretty uncomfortable. He is usually wearing either bright colors or dark colors, sometimes even both together! He loves to wear skinny jeans, sometimes with a studded belt. His favorite shirt has got to be the dark purple and black striped long-sleeved shirt. He just thinks it’s awesome. His shoes are just simply black and white checkered vans. Gotta love those slip-on shoes!

Personality: Tristian is pretty much your average guy. He's obnoxious, perverted, and almost all of the above. Unlike a lot of guys his age, however, he's not clueless or stupid. He actually is very intelligent. Unfortunately, he is somewhat bipolar, and can go from all happy and chipper to angry or upset in an insant. He's a very emotional guy, and gets upset almost too easily. Though, from a distance, he seems like a tough wanna-be gangster almost. Well, not a gangster, but a wanna-be tough guy. He's not though. He's not anywhere near tough.

He is very emotional- as I said before, and he's also quite sweet and friendly. He has a sense of humor- perverted humor. He's been called gay before because of how sweet he is. He's not gay, but bisexual. Some girls are turned off by his sensitiveness and emotional being. He's not a very tough person at all, but tries to be. However, he fails miserably at it. He's been called 'pussy' and such so many times, he can't even count. It's hard to be him at times and he feels like curling up in a corner and dying.

Tristian loves animals and nature. He loves to spend time outside and away from everyone and just enjoy life. Sometimes life may be hard to enjoy, but he tries his best to put everything bad behind him and just enjoy what he has. He loves horses, even though he doesn't look like the 'horsie-type' person, but it's true. He thinks they're fascinating animals. Besides, they've humans' companions for a long time and he thinks that's pretty amazing as well.

History: Tristian was born in Salinas, California. Through up to age 12, life was pretty sweet. Both his parents were lawyers and earned a lot of money each year. Tristian was eight when he began riding horses. He got an interest in them when a girl at his school mentioned she rode horses, and he thought that was pretty cool. After begging his parents, they bought him a horse of his own and lessons at a nearby stable. He was happy as a lark.

He was put into a foster home at age 12 because both his parents died in a fire. He absolutely hated being in a foster home. It was the worst time of his life. He hadn't been an only child before; he had two younger siblings that he was perfectly happy with. He was taken away from their company after their parents died.

Tristian had won a prize to go to a summer camp all the way on the other side of the world. He was excited to go because he'd be getting away from his foster parents. They weren't so excited, but they let him get on the flight. There were many other kids there, but he didn't care. All he cared was that he got away from that stupid foster home.

Items: His journal and a pen.

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