Tristan Holt

[Tristan Holt]

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Tristan Tobias Holt

| Controlling | Hostile | Aggressive |

INTRODUCE YOURSELF

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IT’S ALL ABOUT THE LOOKS

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LET US INSIDE YOUR MIND

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PERSONALITY:

LIKES:

• Power
  
• Sex
  
• Blood
  
• His sons but he will never admit this
  
• Playing with his food
  

DISLIKES:

• His sons
  
• Rebeckah Niall
  
• Equality
  
• Slaves
  
• Hunters
  

STRENGTHS:

• His ability to manipulate those around him
  
• His long list of allies that he uses everyday
  
• His vast knowledge of the workings of the supernatural world
  

WEAKNESSES:

• His blood lust as it can blind his rational mind
  
• He's a sore loser
  
• His attachment to Annabella
  

RELATIONSHIPS

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Never before had he tasted something so delicious, never before had he felt so starved, empty so hungry. The day had started like any other, since his fifteenth year he had hunted alone after his father had knocked him out and left him in any unfamiliar location with a note simply saying 'Find your way home before sunrise, use your vampiric senses and the lessons son.'

It was strange, this being, this human had entered the clearing. All he could hear was the sound of their heartbeat in his ears. The blood was calling to him, Brennus had to have a taste, just a drop nothing more. Red clouded his vision, he could not control his actions as the hunger consumed him.

Brennus launched himself at them, his fangs were buried deep in the human's swan like neck. It was heaven, a pleasure he had never felt before. Animal blood was never this satisfying, he drank until his hungry was sated. Blood smeared across his features and covered his clothing.

Brennus could not believe what he had done, he had killed someone. He hurried home, his mother worried by his appearance. His father on the hand was smirking, congratulating his son on his achievement. Brennus Senior explained that human blood was the most delicious blood a vampire could taste. Humans were cattle, a food source nothing more. However he would have to learn to feed properly and not be such a messy eater.

The extra lessons never came, instead humans did, angry torch wielding humans who wanted to destroy the demons who had killed their kin. Brennus had led them start to the home but this was never intentional. Thankfully the cottage had been empty. This was sign no-one of them were planning to ignore, it was time to leave the highlands but not together.

His parents went one way, Brennus went another to Europe. The first night he spent alone, he slept in the cellar of an abandoned home until the sunset. The plan was to leave the shores of his homeland, he stole a horse and headed towards england, disappearing into the growing society.

1259

Two hundred and forty years pass. Brennus grew and adapted to the comfortable life of a wealthy English land owner. He had to drop his birth name but it was a necessary sacrifice to hold onto the life he had become accustom to. Most knew him as Derek Holt who was rarely seen except when the rent was late. It did not take him long to get established with the local nobility but he still remained distant. His father's words had struck within his mind, humans were cattle, food nothing more. Sure they provide some company both in and out of the bedroom but it never lasted for long.

He craved kin, companions who understood him, saw him of what he was and could see through his lies. He was alone, truly alone in a society ruled by a human king. Each night he would seek out prey, feed then be the one to 'find and rescue them from the animal'. It was the perfect cover.

Over the years he had perfected his eating, no longer was he messy or take too much. The hunger did not rule him, he was a cold, calculated and ruthless man. He was never discovered until he became too greedy, he killed both the daughters of a nearby farmer. A rebellion soon rose, once Derek had been caught killing the farmer, his wife and the few servants the family had working for them.

He left the English shores soon after, heading for Europe. This meant he would have to learn a new language but he had time.

1417
The name Tristan would not be used until the early fifteenth century. Everything had changed, no longer did he care for humans not since the day he had fallen for one of them. She had been a beauty standing out in a crowd party he had attended one evening. Lady Alexa Grimaldi-Rouge, Duchess of Monaco was truly the belle of the ball but more importantly she had caught the vampire's interest and for a moment it felt like his heart was beating against his ribcage. He had to have her, his red-haired fairy queen.

There was only one problem, Alexa was already married to runt of a man who did not love her. To him she was nothing but a breeding machine, there to bring his heirs into the world. This was where his taste in married women sprung from. This was also the night he would stumbled upon Colleen Frampton, his later close friend and ally and the truth behind his family seclusion in the Scottish highlands.

Over the months, he would attend parties and other nightly social gatherings. Only to catch a glance at his beloved, she was perfection. One such gathering she asked him for a dance, Alexa told him she had noticed him watching her and wanting to speak to him. This floored the vampire.

He spoke of his affection for her, she was curious about him and was seeking comfort and love from anyone especially since her husband was like a cold fish in and out of the bedroom. This was an opportunity he was not going to miss.

Two nights later, they were locked in passion in his bed. He was fighting his nature, the need to sink his fangs into her beautiful neck. His fangs retracted, his limit had been reached. One second he was there, the next it was just Alexa laying bare as the day she was born in his bed confused.

She found him on the balcony, his knuckles white as he grasped the metal beneath his fingers so tightly. Worried, she edged closer to her lover but she never reached his side. Spinning around on his heel, he revealed what he was to her. His fangs, as white as the moon that hung high in the night sky glared dangerously at her.

Alexa paled becoming as a white as a bed sheet that graced his often unkept bed but she did not scream, she did not run at the mere sight of his killer canines. One question was asked, what was he. Tristan could not lie to his beloved, a vital and important rule was broken that evening when he revealed the existence of his kind to her, a simple human.

One again his human had accepted to him for what and who he was. For another year their affair when undiscovered. They loved one another in private, each time he fed from her taking only a small amount but never from the neck or her wrist. The wounds would be too obvious and the information might get out that a vampire was feeding on a member of the Grimaldi family.

The lovers were discovered by Alexa's husband Vincent-Louis Grimaldi but the Duke was not alone. Standing beside him was a hunter, a familiar hunter who had been following him through out the years never getting this close but clutching at his coat-tails. He fought as she pleaded for her life as well as his, but these pleas fell on deaf ears. His rage was just too great, with one decisive blow her life was ended.

All Tristan could do was watch as she fell to the floor. Vincent sneered at him, this was his fault loving a human was just too risky. This wee human had not only murdered his lover but had murdered his black, black heart.

From that night onward, Tristan would be known the terror of the night, he was hunted but it was all a game of cat and mouse. Each hunter had died by his hand or his fangs as they were drained in his arms. Most knew him as La Croix-Rouge Roi, the Red King of Europe. His first known victims would be the Duke and Duchess of Monaco but he would never be able to tell the truth that was lost to history.

1521
Tristan Holt reappeared, making himself known within the court of Henry the eighth but he was not alone. By his side was a mysterious woman known simply as Viktoriya or Victoria. Tristan had come across her in the first few months back in england. She had been feeding one evening, he had interrupted her drawn by the scent of fresh blood.

A mere moment had brought them together, at first as rivals trying to get one over on the other. Next as friends and allies when hunters attacked their humble abode during the middle of the day. Thankfully a human servant of theirs had alerted them of the attack before they went to ground. This was a heaven-sent, the man was later rewarded. His life was given back to him but he still remained a loyal human paid servant.

Escaping in the nick of time, Tristan and his new bride rose in the evening to find the fire dying down. The place, they had come to call home was no more. This was clear sign to the both of them that they had been discovered, the humans knew what they were. However revenge would have first, the humans would pay for destroying their home.

Working as a team, they tortured, maimed and destroyed each member of perpetrator's families. This caused the bond between Victoria and Tristan to grew deeper and stronger. Blood started their relationship, it kept them together and maybe one day tear them apart but for now they would carry on feeding their way through England and into Ireland.

1892
Times had changed rapidly, the world was moving on, advancing in way he had never thought possible. After a challenging few years, Tristan had changed ever so slightly leaving his red king persona behind in order to win back his beloved. A new world lay before him, with his faithful mate beside him.

Jan 1 1892
Aboard that faithful ship that brought many others to a new life in a new land. America was to be their home. What lay in these shores of hopes and dreams for a vampire such as he? For the first time in his life, he felt inadequate, lost in these new surroundings. With Victoria by his side, he faded into the background of the city, slowly climbing higher and higher but at the same time mellowing to this new almost exotic way of life.

His coven at first was small, consisting of only a few vampires but it would grow over time.

1941
Much had changed in fifty or so years. The coven was thriving, growing with more vampires each day. However Tristan’s life, his world had changed for the better with the birth of his son. He had a son, Logan. He could not be happier in this moment. Victoria and he still fought but that was necessary to maintain a healthy relationship. His heir was healthy, his mate was glowing. However he had suffered a terrible blow when wall street had crashed, losing much of the fortune he had obtained since settling in America.

Tristan at times struggled to keep the coven afloat, to keep the humans alive. He would not be defeated, he never gave up.

1984
It started like any other night, except that it was the anniversary of his marriage to Victoria well his original marriage. Almost five hundred years of marriage, had been much like a rollercoaster. So many ups and so many downs but still they thrived. Once again they fought, however this fight felt different. Was this the end of his marriage to his darling Victoria? Still they left the coven for the evening as the guests of a local, powerful human businessman.

They danced, pretending nothing was wrong. In a moment, Tristan’s world was thrown up in the air. One moment Victoria, his wife and mother of his son was there and the next she was gone. All that was found was two injured hunters, upon their clothes was her blood. In a rage, he killed the hunters then turned his attention to the party killing everyone in the room feeling that this had been a trap, a distraction.

Tristan was lost, in his grief he changed. No longer did he smile, no longer did he show affection. He was a cold, empty grieving shell of man.

2018
Leaving New York for the first time in over a hundred years, he headed for the island of los lobos, for the court of King Vaan the lycan king. At first he had entertained the idea of a treaty with the King. However that was soon pushed aside, the moment his eyes fell upon Vaan’s mate and Queen Rebeckah. She was a beauty to behold, he was smitten upon first glance.

He played coy, pretending to carry on with this idea of equality and friendship with lycans, the old enemy of the vampire. His intentions had changed, he wanted Rebeckah and he would have her. Until the King’s nose, he seduced the queen to the idea of freedom as his lover. One night, he and his band of followers left the island with the queen in toe.

2021
Over three years, much had changed Tristan was still the cold vampire his coven had come to fear but he had another reason to live. Rebeckah had bore him a son, Julian Michael Holt. His hybrid, his weapon. His hatred for human intensified over the years, his son was a planned wonder, a child of the night and day.

His relationship with his second mate was starting to break down, she was losing her sanity. Acting strange, leaving for long hours, sometimes days before returning wanting affection from the vampire. This would not do, he was not at her beck and call like a lost puppy. Tristan gave her an ultimatum, grow up and act like a mother and mate or leave forever.

Rebeckah choose her freedom and fled his side. Tristan had lost another lover, another piece of his already damaged heart.

2050-51
New York was his! Tristan was now the master of all new York, the massacre had thrown the humans off balance. Revenge was now the only thing he thought of, revenge on a family of hunters that had hunted him through out of the centuries. In a moment, he kidnapped a child, a child who would become his servant and walking blood bank.

Tristan was surrounded by family, allies and friends but how long would this power induced happiness last before something happened? His youngest son’s return would throw a spanner in the works. He would have to patient and wait to see what comes on the wind with Julian’s return to his home in New York.
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