Tristan Kranzer

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Tristan is what you might call a tortured soul. He was born to a mother and father like most human children are. He was even given a name though the sound of it eludes him. Though on some dark nights he swears he can hear the name whispered in his dreams from a voice that could belong only to some woman who cared deeply for him. Perhaps it was even his mothers. Alas the story is getting ahead of itsself. His family resided upon the Shadow’s Peak trade station or so he has been told. When he was at the tender age of seven the young lad departed on what should have been a simple trade run. His father often boasted about how many runs he had pulled off. At least this is what he was told.



The poor fool had chosen to take his family with him on what he claimed would be his last run before he hung up his spacefaring boots for good and to settle down and nurture his family as his wife had asked him countless times. While this story might merit a happy ending that would make most women cry it was not to be. Their ship was quickly disabled and overrun by Batarians. His father was reportedly killed and his mother taken. When they discovered the boy however they made to kill him as they saw little value in a child at such a young age. They had just broken both of his legs when one of them suddenly remembered there had been a request for young children only half a cycle ago.



It was the ramblings of off handed chatter that spared his life that day. When he was delivered to a particular nasty Salarian well… the boy’s legs had mended just not properly. His arms were offset since they saw fit to ensure he would not attempt any form of escape. Any attempts to move sent the boy into fits of excruciating pain. The Batarians either didn’t seem to know they had broken the bones in his arms and legs as they made repeated attempts or they just got some sort of enjoyment out of it. The Salarian took one look at the boy and gave him a disappointed look over. He ended up buying him for a modest sum and immediately set upon some events best left unwritten.



It was he who gave Tristan Kranzer his name. Along with removing several parts of his body and repeatedly attempted to surgically graft synthetic parts to organic tissue. It was Tristan and other children of many different races that brought this horrific artist to the height of his trade. The boy was left broken in every sense of the word.



By the time Tristan was in his thirties the majority of his body had been experimented on and altered by his adoptive father. He had grown to both loath and be thankful of the Salarian doctor. While he has to live his life in constant pain due to the initial experiments and the fact that his implants were hardwired into his nervous system he had a home and he might have met a worse fate as a slave. He was also fortunate enough to have many brothers and sisters over the years of his life. Many of which perished during the experiments or on jobs that their father had sent them out on but he had a family none the less.



Out of a family of thirty there were only ten that remained. Tristan continued to work for their father for the sake of his sister Lyra. Her body did not hold up well to the experiments and their father requires a constant flow of money to care for her. Tristan had learned long ago that he asked for way more than what would have been necessary to care for Lyra but he did not question it. His arms had been amputated shortly after he had taken under his father’s care. His legs were removed as well. They were quickly replaced with artificial limbs. Limbs that were replaced time and time again.



When Tristan was thirteen he was out on a job that required him to obtain some information from an Asari diplomat. During the job he made a mistake and a stray shot hit a power conduit and the resulting explosion had left the boy blind. When he finally managed to find his way home his father punished Lyra for his mistake and then promptly removed his eyes and replaced them with retinal implants. When he as twenty three Tristan was showing a Krogan mercenary during which a mishap left him near death after he had received a particularly nasty dose of electricity. The incident left his heart permanently damaged so his father once again delivered the punishment for failure out on his sister.



His heart was then removed and replaced with an artificial replacement along with his pericardium. By the time Tristan turned thirty he scarcely felt human anymore when he gazed upon his reflection in the mirror. The pain that accompanied the many procedures that were conducted on his body was a constant companion with him. A companion he usually sought to subdue through the consumption of alcohol and various other supplements that numbed the pain. His father was always seeking some new information no matter the cost. Tristan was content to carry out his father’s work for the sake of his sister. After all what better life could there be for someone like him?

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