[hider=Tristan]Name: Tristan Blackthorn

Appearance: [hider=Appearance][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9d/4b/b4/9d4bb45cfa05b71fdf8d6a35a75011d1.jpg[/img]

Tristan stands at roughly six foot even, with brown hair. He has a rather thin frame, when you look at him, but has some hidden muscle in there. Always wears his glasses, except to sleep. (He's near-sighted.)[/hider]

Age: 32

Position: Librarian in Training, Hacker (?)

Former Employment: Illegally, hacking. Legally, paper pusher.

Short Bio: Tristan was born in cheery old London, to two women who tried their best to raise a moral and smart boy. However, due to 'bad genes' as one of his mothers said, there was always something cheeky and immoral about the young man. He always was bending rules, without trying to 'break' them, which still got him into trouble. His favorite way to bend the rules was by hacking. He slacked off in school, but always seemed to have good grades, and even graduated with honors. (He would pass the tests all of his own, but he never did the home work which would pull down his grades. He would then fix that later.)

He discovered his love of hacking from changing his grades, even if it did get him in quite the bit of trouble. He would never go to University like his mothers would want, and is currently wanted in a few countries, and no longer welcome in his childhood home. His parents did not approve of his life of crime, and made that very clear to him. He did take a day job to help pay with the bills, but he rather hated it, and used his skills to help others, as he was a paper pusher for an insurance company. His skills soon came to the attention of the library, as well as his smarts, and he received an invitation. He took it, happily. [/hider]