I'm here to tell you my story. Nothing more, nothing less. A tale I have not confided to anyone, especially mortal beings. Even though you, my dear reader, are a stranger, I will trust you with my story. Like so many of my kind before me, I will tell you my story only, it will not be through a careless interview or a burning desire for fame, like so many of us seek. I pen this out of desperation. Out of wanting passionately to tell someone, even you, my beloved stranger. Time wears on, swiftly and slowly, much as it always has. And each day, each hour, it seems as though my definitive existence is a small, insignificant part of this universe but, writing this to you makes me feel, interestingly enough, important, even if it is in the smallest manner. So, let me begin, let us begin, my growing friend, or stranger, whichever you choose to be through the course of this tale, our journey and adventure as I tell you the story of my life.
Let Us Begin. My name is Tristan du Monde. I am roughly six foot one and have shaggy deep brown hair that falls about my shoulders. My eyes are a brown and green mix and seem to almost glow when I become angry. I am twenty years of age, I could be considered twenty-one, but here is the catch. I'll be twenty, quite literally, forever.
My childhood is something I would rather not discuss. My father was involved in many affaires d'amour, or love affairs, and my mother fell "accidentally" from our second story balcony. I was born in Paris, both of my parents French and Austrian but I moved to New Orleans when I was seven with my grandparents. It was too bad that they moved on nearly five years after we moved there. I was taken in by my legal guardians so, back to France it was.
To be continued...Please review! I need at least five reviews to continue to the next couple chapters. Thanks! PS: I am letting my readers and reviewers name my story.