Age/Year: 21; Slytherin 1976
Affiliation: Death Eaters, Tier Three
Blood Status: Half-blood
Occupation: Obliviator
FC: Casey Deidrick
+ intuitive; pensive; scrupulous
– irrational; opaque; resentful
As a quiet boy in a not-so-quiet household in the woodland town of Pembroke, Tristan Dearborn could often be found down by the river – with his cat and away from his family – nose deep in whatever book had taken his fancy that week. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them; Tristan loved his mother, tolerated his brother and knew he could count on his father if he needed to. He just preferred being on his own, consumed in his own thoughts. His childhood home was a bustle of his mothers clients, the clinks of his father’s beer bottles, and the noises of whatever Caradoc was occupying himself with that day. It wasn’t much, but for the first eleven years of his life it was home.
As a young boy, entering Hogwarts with his mother’s Slytherin legacy and the warnings of his brother to not screw up on his shoulders, Tristan was almost instantly sorted into Slytherin, a decision that would shape all those to come. Soon falling in with those in his house, Tristan, ever the easily influenced, was quick to lean towards his housemates ideals of blood-purity, keeping the mentions of his muggle father to a minimum.
When Mrs Dearborn passed in his second year, a result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, the rift between Tristan and his brother was wedged. Another two years of Tristan getting deeper into dark magic, and Caradoc caring less and less, ended in a fight that permanently separated the Dearborn brothers and finalised Tristan’s transition into a Jugson.
Now, too deep in to climb out, Tristan has solidified his place in the lower ranks of Voldemort’s following, and is training to become an obliviator, a profession he hopes will help further his sides agenda.
I. From the moment Tristan entered the world, he exhibited striking personality differences from his brother. As Caradoc grew confident, loud, and boisterous, Tristan remained within his own thoughts. He found difficulty relating to his older brother, and after the death of their mother in 1971, the rift between the Dearborn brothers raged rampantly. Their rift solidified when Tristan began using their late mother’s wand, after his own was destroyed when Walden Macnair used it to practice Dark Magic. Caradoc felt his younger brother to be undeserving of the wand, and Tristan resented his brother for the statement. It was at that moment Tristan no longer thought of himself as a Dearborn. He was a Jugson, his mother’s maiden name, and legally switched his surname after graduation.
II. Tristan never wanted a place in the war. It wasn’t until Macnair began vividly explaining the unstoppable and unyielding qualities of Dark Magic, and that Tristan could help form a new, better world, that he considered the ongoing conflict. Perhaps the promise of power seduced him, or maybe it was Tristan’s lack of confidence and Macnair’s dynamic personality. Tristan took part in aiding an attack on a goblin family a few months ago, and his dedication (or rather, fervent following of Macnair) garnered him a place among Voldemort’s lower ranks. Truthfully, he looks at the mark on his arm with apprehension. On one hand, Tristan secured a comfortable place in a dark world—something he earned as aJugson, not a Dearborn. On the other hand, he wonders if he threw himself into a hole he can never climb out of.
Lori Orpington: Tristan can’t recall a time when he didn’t fancy Lori. He remembers clearly the first time he spoke to her: it was potions class, and he forgot to bring a quill. Lori immediately offered her spare, and her forgiving smile made him feel happy (a notion almost forgotten since the passing of his mother). Since then, their interactions stayed minimal, but Tristan’s fondness never faltered. On New Years Eve, a little over a year ago, the two met at a pub at the night went from there. Tristan confessed his feelings. One thing led to another, and they eventually shared a consummating fling. The joyous sensation immediately recoiled for Tristan, as he remembered the path his life had taken; Lori was a good person, and she deserved better than him. After she fell asleep, Tristan quickly dressed and vanished. He has only seen her a few times since then, accompanied by a child who would be the perfect age – but it couldn’t possibly have anything to do with him, he told himself repeatedly.
Lucius Malfoy: As Tristan finds himself getting more involved in the war, Lucius Malfoy always seems to be nearby. With what started as running into each other on lunch breaks has quickly evolved to Lucius insisting Tristan attend certain parties with a select few death eaters. Lucius’ interest in Tristan was a bit unnerving at first, but now he’s in too deep to say no. But he worries that if he plays too much into his hand, one day it’ll go too far.
Tristan SURVIVES the FIRST WIZARDING WAR.
