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[color=Gold][b]Name[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Tryg Truman[/color]

[color=Silver]Male, 20 Years, Born in Finland[/color]

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[color=Gold][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Standing at five feet, seven inches tall and weighing 67 kilograms, Tryg isn't the owner of an imposing build, but he likes it that way. He requires glasses to see properly, at least in the real world. Tryg owns a great many black t-shirts, and has a tendency to wear a light gray and black jacket. For legwear, khakis are preferred. His nose is quite pointed, his eyes sunken, and his hair jet black. On his right temple is a wire-thin scar. Anytime Tryg has been seen awake, he seems to have his bass trombone (which he dubs "Dainsleif") strapped to his back, if it's not in his hands.[/color]
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[color=Gold][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Tryg is rather arrogant, but he is not without his idols. He holds his trombone in such high regard that some think it to be worship, but his true undeniable worship is given to JJ Johnson, a jazz trombonist from the Americas. Before moving to the UK for University, he had a shrine erected in JJ's honor in the closet of his bedroom. He sees no other musician as worthy of his attention, and can even be condescending to those who are not musically inclined, believing them to be lacking in education.

Even for all his arrogance, though, there's something about those who are downtrodden that tugs at Tryg's heartstrings. Maybe because he feels he relates due to struggling to meet his goal? He couldn't admit that, though, could he?[/color]

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[color=Gold][b]Persona[/b][/color]
[hider=Mist][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/e6e289bb-196d-4a15-bb3d-9fa433f61cff/d9cwn2w-e16bcd42-0db5-4b9a-93f8-8c8d7e5ad72d.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvZTZlMjg5YmItMTk2ZC00YTE1LWJiM2QtOWZhNDMzZjYxY2ZmXC9kOWN3bjJ3LWUxNmJjZDQyLTBkYjUtNGI5YS05M2Y4LThjOGQ3ZTVhZDcyZC5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.7vs4VG21svH_TUdrf32lCYr7Y10x3DoGMgaQprIoh2E[/img][/hider]
[color=Silver]Mist rarely reveals her true form to anyone considered "beneath" her. However, when she is convinced of a warrior being worthy of a place in Valhalla (in Tryg's mind, those of Valhalla are Soloists or First Chair musicians), she at last reveals her face. Even to a lesser companion, she will ensure they are not harmed beyond healing. She will remain faithful to any considered a "friend" until their demise, even if they are not deemed worthy in her eyes. Or perhaps it's not a matter of an improvement outsiders must make . . .[/color]
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[color=Gold][b]Arcana[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Faith[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Skill[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Mist grants the ability to Heal allies, as well as the ability to create a concealing fog.[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Equipment[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]While in the World of Fog, Tryg utilizes a rapier for melee combat and a light crossbow for ranged attacks.[/color]

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[color=Gold][b]Education[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Tryg is in his third year of University, and as the trombone being carried around probably indicates, he is majoring in music.[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Biography[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]The product of an inconsequential family out of Tampere, Finland, Tryg was clearly influenced by music at a young age. His parents seemed to be proud of this, as he was taking after his father. After his seventh birthday, he discovered American Jazz, and it became an obsession, enough that Tryg's primary instrument of choice was the trombone. His parents initially granted his wish, and even paid for private lessons, but as the costs of another musician in the family grew greater, so did the tensions between parents and child. Tryg's musical abilities grew rapidly, yet his parents grew weary of this increasing obsession, both in terms of money and morale. At the age of 14, Tryg got into a horrible confrontation with his father that left Tryg's mother terrified. Tryg would never admit it, but he was the first to throw a punch that day. The fight left Tryg with a broken wrist and a scar on his temple, and his father managed with only a couple of bruises.

Yet Tryg refused to give up his passion, and became more determined to follow this obsession through to the end. He even took up odd jobs around town and earned small jazz gigs to earn money, and applied for scholarships to help pay for further tuition. By the time he finished his local schooling, he had amassed enough to go abroad for the remainder of his tuition. At last, it was time to escape from his parents and show the world what he was capable of.

To celebrate "moving up in the world," Tryg had managed to save enough money to purchase a new bass trombone, which he gave the name Dainsleif with the promise that any time he touched the instrument to his lips, the sound would be so pure it would "kill" those who listened. He found it entertaining when he arrived at Thames' Edge to learn of their motto: Find Your Purpose. "Heh. I've got my purpose," Tryg thought. "I'm here to fulfill it." His first two years of school were uneventful, but it's now that he has begun to question his goals. Once he finishes this, what is it he's going to do?[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Affiliations[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Brennus and Candace Truman, his parents, though he likes to not bring it up[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Relationships[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]None, at the moment. Views himself a lone wolf.[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Character Theme[/b][/color]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eX87g0oQR0o[/youtube]
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