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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><span style="font-size: 18px">NAME:Tristan Müller</span></span><br/>
Alias: </b>Cabal Orange<br/><b>Primary Nicknames</b>: Tris<br/><b>Age: </b>26<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>June 2022 - early afternoon<br/><b>Location: </b>Operations Room, hallway, bedrooms<br/><b>Wearing: </b>Jeans and plaid button shirt.<br/><b>Mood Music:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F50vosp6iPtCPTakd1w6WEU%3Fsi%3Dedf81df69ea54a5d&amp;hash=662560a5025fdd96e21a990a504b78ea" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/50vosp6iPtCPTakd1w6WEU?si=edf81df69ea54a5d" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">When We Were Young</a><br/><b>Direct: Alley, Addy<br/>
Indirect: Iris, Emmy, Mother, Biological Mother (Marleen Müller)</b><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: center"><b>LISTEN TO THE SONG AS YOU READ!</b>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><b>PRESENT</b></span>​</div><br/><br/>Tristan was about to open the door when a knock came followed by Alley just walking in. Before he even had a chance to say hi, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. A smile spreading across his face during their embrace. Then Alley mentioned leaving. How could they just pack up and go, after what Emmy just told them. At least she wanted to leave together this time...<br/>Letting out a small sigh he left her embrace and sat down on the bed. Patting the bed next to him invitingly for her to take a seat. He could see she was looking at the small patch of white in between his dark brown hair. The permanent memento of his sparring with Addy...<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 22px">2006 - At night, OBVIOUSLY</span></b>​</div><br/>Tristan felt hands rocking him back and forth. He opened his eyes and sat up in bed.<b><i>"Addy?"</i></b>was all he said before she starting talking about exploring the house and going on an adventure. It was the fourth time in a row, he felt so tired. Yet reluctant at first he got out of bed and followed her. Once outside of his room, he first peeped in Alley's room to make sure she was alright. After seeing her fast asleep he followed Addy, who had already darted off through the empty corridors and hallways.<br/><br/>Their great adventure ended as it had the past three days in the training room. Addy was relentless in her training. "Didn't she need any sleep?" He thought to himself. Little did Tristan know that his training with Addy, combined with no sleep, would be the catalyst which would awake his powers...<br/><br/>The sparring started of playfully. Some pushing and pulling combined with laughter. As the fighting picked up however a sheer focus came over Addy. A determination to improve and to beat him. As the sparring continued, Tristan slowly noticed he was running on fumes. His reactions were slow and his attempts to attack sluggish. It wasn't to hard for Addy to beat him, round after round. Tristan, despite his fatigue and lack of sleep, didn't relent either though. In a fit after losing yet another round he pushed Addy away from behind. This resulted in Addy picking up her own intensity. Tristan being pushed backwards, managed to parry or block several blows, before his legs were kicked right from under him. As Addy descended on him for the final blow, he closed is eyes and waited. The final blow sounded like thunder in his ears, yet he felt no pain. As he opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what he saw. The giant fist of Addy had hit the ground next to him... He looked around amazed and noticed everything had grown? ... No... it was him, he was the size of an ant.<br/><br/>It had taken Tristan, with Mothers guidance three days to regain his natural length. It had been hell for him, living in a house full a giants. The mockery and laugh he had endured. Unable to react to their taunts and unable to blow of steam playing his guitar...<br/>He remembered Alley carrying him around in the house like a little puppet... the humiliation was something he was glad to forget.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 22px">2007 - At night, OBVIOUSLY</span></b>​</div><br/><b><i>"C'mon Addy, you can hit harder than that! Move your feet"</i></b>Tristan laughed. They had been at it for some time. After being awoken by Addy, they had raided the kitchen for snacks. Addy had dared Tristan to shrink and and sneak into Idris her room. he had done so and had managed to slide the key under the door. Locking the door from the outside they had run away laughing. The reaction of Idris would be priceless. After finishing their snacks they had started their evening sparring.<br/>This time Tristan wasn't holding back. By now Tristan was in control of his powers which had awoken a year earlier. Using his powers he got the upper hand in their sparring most of the time now.<br/><br/>Moving as fast she could, Addy sprinted towards him, sending blow after blow his way. Tristan managed to enlarge the muscles in his arms and legs and fluently dodged and parried her blows.<b><i> "To slow AC! Even iris or Emmy could dodge those"</i></b>he taunted her. Addy charged him with renewed fervor at his taunts. This time Tristan shrank down to dodge her attacks and dashed through her legs behind her. As he came behind her he grew to almost 2,6 meters (8.5Ft) and grabbed Addy. His arms wrapped around her, locking her arms at her side.<b><i>"You can just tag out, you know" </i></b>He knew however, she wouldn't. It was like Addy had no off button and never tired. Even when she had clearly lost.<br/><br/>Addy however didn't know when to quit. She stomped her foot on Tristan resulting in Tristan losing his grip. She wiggled free and pushed him. Tristan in a moment of pure reflex threw a punch, landing straight on Addy's cheek. He immediately regretted his action as he saw both anger and hurt on Addy's face. That's when it happened... A moment etched into his memory. She had screamed it was unfair he used his powers. Told me to fight fairly. She kept yelling at him. Meanwhile all resolve in Tristan vanished. His entire body grew tired. Every muscle relaxing. It was almost impossible to keep standing. Tristan didn't even register what she was yelling anymore... He just felt... exhausted.<br/><br/>It took Tristan 6 days, 14 hours and several minutes to regain consciousness. He awoke in his room, on his bed. Alley asleep with her head resting on his bed. The first thing he saw was a room filled with origami. He frowned, unsure of what had occured. The powers of Addy's first true manifestation. All her emotions focused on him during that fight. Mother later had explained he had been close to death. A lock of his hair turned white at the permanent memento of his near fatigue/death experience.<br/><br/>The first few weeks were strange though. Keeping some distance from Addy. Alley sticking by his side wherever he went. His weariness hadn't lasted long though. He hadn't held a grudge against Addy for what had occured. However from then on he did hold back his punches in sparring with her.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 22px">PRESENT DAY</span></b><br/>​</div>As Alley took a seat next to him on the bed he placed his hands around hers. A comforting smile resting on his face.<i><b>"Du hast die augen vom mutter, liebe Alley. Du erinnerst mich an sie</b></i><b><i>"</i></b>(You have mother's eyes dear Alley. You remind me of her.)<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1669897501783-jpeg.137036/" title="1669897501783.jpeg">
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</div>Tristan let out a sigh. It did sound nice though to leave. Back to Germany.<br/><i><b>"You remember when we were 19 and 15? I managed to convince Mother to let us go on holiday? We went to our old town Bingen Am Rhein... the green hills. The house we rented by the river. I played a new song almost every day...</b></i><br/><b><i>We both knew that Mother or one of our older siblings was probably keeping tabs on us, but we didn't care.."</i></b><br/>By now that entire holiday seemed so long ago... Almost a different life. Their stay in Rhineland-Pfalz, their road tripping through Western Europe... Bruges, Paris... It all seemed such a distant memory.<br/><i><b>"You remember when you were 'adventurous' and wanted to go to the top of the Eiffel tower via the stairs at night instead of the damn elevator? You distracted the guard with a copy and we ran upstairs. We weren't even 1/4 up when you were tired... I carried you the rest of the way..." </b></i>Tristan laughed at the last part, his laugh a genuine one of happiness.<i><b>"The view was perfect..</b></i><b><i> it all sounds so nice, doesn't it?"</i></b><br/><br/>Tristan let a silence settle in the room. His smile, reminiscing over the memories slowly fading into a more serious tone. "Alley, we're safe here... You heard Emmy, she needs us right now, all of us... Perhaps when this is over...?" Tristan leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Alissa's forehead. He got up slowly and grabbed his guitar. "<b><i>I was planning on playing the whole thing while we're eating but I guess I can let you hear the first part.. I know it's not mom's piano... But I tried..."</i></b>As he stood before Alley he played the first few notes of a song that held a special place in both their hearts.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px">Song: </span><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fopen.spotify.com%2Ftrack%2F072Mwoc1ydr1HcEjFcY2z5%3Fsi%3D2819fec482344c31&amp;hash=a4fd90ee23eaf293a0145a0a99a3278c" href="https://open.spotify.com/track/072Mwoc1ydr1HcEjFcY2z5?si=2819fec482344c31" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 22px">Mein Kind</span></a>​</div><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1669899873982-png.137037/" title="1669899873982.png">
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</div><br/>B --> Em --> D --> G<br/>B --> Em --> D ...<br/><br/>B --> Em --> D --> G<br/><br/>Ich lieb dich bis zum Himmel und zurück<br/>Bis zur Sonne, bis zum Mond<br/><br/>B --> Em --> D --> G<br/>Ich lieb dich bis zum höchsten Stern da oben<br/>Ich lieb dich bedingungslos<br/><br/>B --> Em --> D --> G<br/>Wir alle machen Fehler<br/>Und keiner ist perfekt<br/><br/>B --> Em --> D<br/>Doch am Ende geht's um DICH UN MICH...<br/>Wir schaukeln alle Sorgen weg...<br/><br/>As the last note faded and Tristan fell silent he looked at Alley, expectantly. Hopefully she liked the first part of the song their mother used to play. "<b><i>I can play the rest while we eat? What did you think?"</i></b>