Penwick

Tristan doesn't look comfortable in a uniform. He looks good in it, but he still has to wear it. At least, that's what his parents told him. He just wished he didn't feel so tight in it. It feels a bit too small and it itches at the seams.

Try as he might, Tristan's hair is untameable. As much as he tries to straighten it, there is always a lock that seems to escape the clutches of conformity. The dark strands often flow over his emerald pupils, covering them ever so slightly until he gets a bit nervous and brushes them off.

If someone were to catch him unaware, they might notice dark eye bags contrasting heavily against his pale complexion, hinting at a lack of sleep. Strangely, they would be nowhere to be found when wished to be brought up in conversation.



The Diary
aka personality

When crossing him in the halls, confident is not the term one would use to describe his walk. Cautious would likely be more accurate. Tristan wanders around with a gaze that betrays wonder and curiosity. A curiosity that is not only limited to his environment but also extends to the people who surround him.

He is an avid listener and pretty slow to speak, but most of what he says feels thought out. Most of it, since sometimes, a trickle of escaped passion might find its way out of a generally calm exterior.

Tristan's attentive disposition will usually mean that he won't often dominate the conversation, preferring to let others talk about themselves so he can learn more about them. He is fascinated by how others think and might be inclined to value those who have offered their friendship to him more than he values himself.
He is the keeper of secrets and would never think about betraying his friends. It's not like he ever really had many to begin with.

In moments of great stress, Tristan might mumble to himself in the third person. He's usually careful about not doing it in front of others, though. He doesn't like others knowing about it.



Rumours have always circulated about the Verona family. It seems quite appropriate since this little family has made stories a central part of their home.

Tristan's father, Julian Verona is a successful author, having written numerous books of fiction. A childhood spent in a magical household led to a constant stream of inspiration for the passionate writer. Many of his wondrous tales have spurred the fascination of readers all over the globe. His characters, living and breathing on the page, were so vivid, one could almost believe in a world of magic. It's been said that he moved to Wales a few years back with his family as research for his upcoming novel. For some unknown reason, this is the longest hiatus he's taken between releases. Cue the rumors

Julian's way with words found a way to charm the heart of the charming Stephanie Avalon, the only one who could match his wit and energy. Much more grounded than her husband, she was more of a researcher rather than a weaver, much more captivated with the history and the source of myths.
As a professor of ancient mythology, Stephanie was well-loved by her students back when she taught.
She had the capacity to enthrall her listeners with the same passion that the greatest narrator had.

When Julian and her had Tristan, she discovered her favorite student of them all, and she intended to give him the best education a mother could provide. She loved the boy with all the time and lessons she could give.

There's always been something a bit off about Tristan. The rumors about him have always seemed a bit much, but even if they did sound a bit fanciful, they don't quite align right.

This student is supposed to be the confident kid of the friend group, the one who leads the way, but instead, he's a bit too slow, takes longer to answer, and chooses his words with a little too much care.

Why is it that this studious child, supposed heir to a rich family heritage, looks amazed at the simple wonders of Penwick? Why is it that Tristan seems to speak from his head rather than from his heart?
Many dreams and hopes have sat on the shoulders of the young boy. He carries a legacy into the halls of Penwick, and scrutiny is not far behind him as many wonder what he will make of himself.



Disappearing Act
aka first instance of magic

Tristan was good at hide and seek, but even this was bit much. It's not like he had found a good spot, actually; it was significantly worse than other spots he had found in the past. But for some reason, the other kids kept passing by him and were oblivious to his legs sticking out from the curtains.

So much time had passed that he began to think that they had forgotten about him. Coming out from his hiding spot, he started making his way towards where he heard the voices of the kids that had been found. He was about to call out to one of them when he noticed something strange in a nearby mirror. Something missing to be more precise.

The lack of a reflection might have explained why he had lasted this long in hide and seek. It did not however, quell any of the follow-up questions that quickly emerged in response.