Character Sketch

Tristam Beliarosa opened her sky-blue crystal eyes to the warm sun shining down on her freckled, milk-white skin. She pushed her white blonde hair out of her eyes, as her soft features changed into a sort of puzzled look. She got out of her four-poster bed, her dainty feet touching the cold floor, and made her way across her large bedroom, and opened the window all the way. Tristam looked out onto the courtyard, which was filled with flowers and shrubs, and people working, and children playing. ""It's beautiful outside", she thought to herself. She smiled contently to herself and thought about how her life had been before she had come to live with Morgan Le Fay.

~* flashback*~

Tristam was seated on her bed, rocking back and forth holding her knees. She was deep in thought. Just 2 hours ago, her father had informed her that he intended her to be married off to an old man, the Duke of Warrington. She flew into a rage and screamed at her parents, but nothing she could do, would convince them otherwise. Her parents were too strict and serious to hear anything else. They even looked stern. Tristam described them as two old hawks, always watching, and all too serious. They had arranged for this betrothal because they had felt that it would be an excellent alliance between families. "Just like them", she thought bitterly, "They've only ever been concerned with their own well-being. I suppose I'm just another chore for them"
If that wasn't enough, her parents also intended for her to be a writer. Tristam had tried to tell them that writing didn't suit her, but they never listened so she figured it wasn't worth her time to try and argue it further. She was sent upstairs to her dreary, dark bedroom. There she sat, and the only thing she had received for her troubles was a big purple bruise on her forearm. She fiddled with the locket around her neck, and then stretched out her hand to admire her ring. It was, like the locket, silver, with a large blue stone in the middle and 8 tiny green stones circling it. They had belonged to her grandmother, a wonderfully wise woman, who taught Tristam everything she knew. But her grandmother had been very ill for months, and 2 days after she passed on the jewelry to her granddaughter, she passed away, despite Tristam's determined attempts to save her. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She sighed, and brushed away the tear as she thought "I wish she hadn't left me. Why is it happening this way?" She got up and walked slowly to the window sill where she rested her head, looking up at the stars, completely lost. When her chambermaid came in, she was fast asleep on the sill. Tristam woke with a start the next morning, her bones aching. She looked drowsily around, and spotted her kittens lying on her bed. She smiled at how content and at peace they looked. "They only concern they have is as to where their next meal is coming from" She thought, chuckling. Tristam walked down the long hallways in silence stopping occasionally to admire the paintings. She shivered as she stopped at the picture of her great-great grandfather. He had wild gray hair and beady little black eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you went. She quickened her pace, avoiding many of the paintings of her ancestors, as many of them reminded her of her future husband. Tristam felt a pang of anger in her stomach. "No," she thought "I can't marry that man, I wont", but honestly she knew that it would take some hard work to avoid it. She entered the large stone room and took a look at the familiar surroundings. She was in the medicine room, where she kept her rarest herbs and remedies for nearly every plague or pain. It was a fairly large room, which smelled of many different things, a mixture almost. There were leaves and roots scattered everywhere, and many different sizes and shapes of bottles on the shelves. Most of the remedies worked, but there was the occasional case where nothing would work. She always felt helpless in that sort of situation. She pulled over a stool, and reached for the highest shelf, balancing almost on her tiptoes. She tipped over a little blue bottle and caught it with her other hand. Sitting down on the stool, she opened it and delicately poured some fine powder into her hand. She sniffed it cautiously and poured it down her throat. Tristam shivered. "Vile. I wonder if this is how all my medicines taste" she thought as she glanced up at the long line of bottles. She had had a massive headache, and this mixture had worked well before, but just to be sure she decided to go for a walk in the wood next to her manor. After plaiting her white blonde hair with blue ribbons, and struggling for a 1/2 hour to put on her dark blue dress without her maid, Tristam walked slowly down the steps to the garden, hoping no one would catch her. "I really shouldn't be doing this" she thought for a moment, but remembering her parents she kept walking.