Tristan de Caerwyn

Name -:- Tristan de Caerwyn
Age -:- 28
Gender -:- Male
Title -:- Knight / Sir
Occupation -:- King's Guard

Height -:- 185.4 cm (6' 1")
Weight -:- 17.5 Stone (245 lbs/ 111.1 kg)
Hair -:- dark brown
Eyes -:- striking steel-blue
Build -:- Broad-shouldered, athletic, battle-hardened physique
Scars -:- Visible is a thin scar crossing his cheekbone, a reminder of a duel in his youth; Invisible are many gifts of battle

⚡ By the soldiers -:- a comrade who would take a blade for them without hesitation.

⚡ By the peasants -:- a rare noble who treats them as people, not coin.

⚡ By the court -:- useful, but rough-edged, too honest for intrigue.

⚡ By rivals -:- dangerous, because his loyalty is not easily bought.

Royal Court records state Tristan is six feet and one inch in height, broad of shoulder and seasoned by war. Golden of hair, with eyes of steel-blue, sharp as a falcon’s gaze, and a scar upon his cheek from a duel of youth. His frame bears the weight of many campaigns, though his bearing is ever steady. He wears the sigil of his liege with honor, his armor plain yet well-kept, and his surcoat clean as a mark of respect. A knight forged by battle, tempered by loyalty, and sworn by oath to crown and realm.”

Sir Tristan stands tall at 185.4 cm (6'1"), his frame commanding yet tempered by years of discipline. His build is unmistakably that of a battle-hardened knight... broad-shouldered and athletic, carrying the strength of countless campaigns without the softness of idleness. His weight, a solid 17.5 stone (245 lbs / 111.1 kg), rests not in bulk alone but in a physique honed for endurance, resilience, and the relentless burden of armor and duty.

His dirty blonde hair is kept at a knight’s trim, practical and neat, though one stubborn lock often escapes across his brow, softening the severity of his features. His steel-blue eyes are his most striking trait... piercing yet world-weary, carrying the edge of a soldier who has seen too much bloodshed but refuses to falter. They are eyes that can unsettle with their sharpness, yet linger with quiet gentleness when he allows his guard to fall.

His jawline is strong, often roughened by stubble after long marches or campaigns, lending him a rugged gravity. A thin scar crosses his cheekbone, pale against his skin, a permanent mark from a youthful duel that reminds him daily of battles survived. Beyond this, his body bears the hidden scars of war, etched across his arms, torso, and legs... an unseen tapestry of pain and survival, known only to him and perhaps, one day, to someone he dares trust.

In dress, Tristan favors practicality over finery. His armor is worn but well-kept, every dent and scrape earned honestly. Upon his breastplate lies the sigil of his liege... modest compared to the ostentation of other knights... but his surcoat is always spotless, a deliberate gesture of respect for the order he serves. Even in steel, there is dignity in his bearing, as if he wears not just armor but the weight of every vow he has sworn.

When he moves, it is with the quiet confidence of a man accustomed to the battlefield... steady, deliberate, never wasting a step. Though not untouched by hardship, there is something enduring in him, something carved from iron and oath, that makes even his silence feel as commanding as a spoken word.

Tristan is stoic and dutiful, carrying himself with the quiet pride of a knight who has given his life to honor and duty. Beneath the armor, though, he is a thoughtful man, with a subtle wit that only appears when his guard is lowered. He is protective to a fault, often placing himself in harm’s way without thought for his own safety. Though disciplined, he harbors a gentleness rarely seen by others—a gentleness that the princess slowly uncovers.

📜 Swordsmanship -:- the ring of steel upon steel; the artistry of it.

📜 The quiet discipline of training at dawn -:- sword drills, archery, and long rides when the world is still.

📜 Simplicity -:- clean armor, a sharp blade, and honest words over courtly flattery.

📜 The sound of rain on canvas during campaign nights -:- it soothes him despite its chill.

📜 Old songs sung by soldiers around a fire -:- not polished ballads, but the rough, heartfelt kind.

📜 Children’s laughter -:- reminds him of what he fights to protect.

📜 Hunting hawks and horses -:- he treats animals with gentleness rarely shown to men.

📜 The company of those who speak plainly -:- without masks or schemes.

🐍 Courtly intrigue and manipulation -:- he has little patience for veiled threats or poisoned words.

🐍 Excessive cruelty, -:- especially when inflicted upon peasants or the defenseless.

🐍 Drunkenness -:- he rarely drinks, having seen too many men ruin honor and judgment with wine.

🐍 His own temper, when it rises -:- he fears becoming the kind of man who loses control.

🐍 Rain on the battlefield -:- not the soothing camp kind, but the blinding storm that muddies footing and drowns cries.

🐍 Seeing nobles spend wealth -:- on feasts while soldiers bleed and peasants starve.

🐍 Being treated as a pawn -:- especially by those who outrank him.

🔥 Exceptional swordsman and jouster.
🔥 Disciplined in combat.
🔥 Deep sense of loyalty and protective instinct.
🔥 Tactical mind, with practical leadership skills.
🔥 Gentle with the weak, stern with the cruel.

🕷️ Reluctant to express personal desires, burying them beneath duty.
🕷️ Haunted by the men he could not save in past campaigns.
🕷️ Discomfort with courtly intrigue and noble expectations.
🕷️ His honor often makes him predictable to those who would exploit it.

🗡️ Swordsmanship -:- A master of longsword and arming sword; his strikes are precise, not wasteful.
🗡️ Horsemanship -:- Highly skilled rider, trained in both warhorses and hunting mounts.
🗡️ Tactics -:- Calm battlefield strategist, especially in defense and holding ground.
🗡️ Endurance -:- Built for long campaigns, carrying armor and weight without faltering.
🗡️ Jousting -:- Respected competitor in the lists, though not always favored for showmanship.
🗡️ Survival -:- Years of campaign life taught him how to endure with little food, fire, or shelter.
🗡️ Diplomacy (quiet kind) -:- Though not a silver-tongued courtier, he is a respected mediator among soldiers, trusted to defuse disputes with fairness.

🔮 Swordsmanship -:- master of longsword, spear, and arming sword
🔮 Unyielding Resolve -:- He has an almost uncanny ability to fight through pain and exhaustion, pushing past limits that would break lesser men.
🔮 Keen Instincts -:- Reads the rhythm of a battlefield quickly—knows when to press, when to hold.
🔮 Commanding Presence -:- Even in silence, his bearing makes others listen.
🔮 Protective Oath -:- He places himself instinctively in harm’s way for those under his care. Some call this foolish; others call it noble.