Because The Night Character Expo: Tristan
Today’s Brew: Water. I have to set my alarm for 3:30 AM.
As long as I’ve thought that boys don’t have cooties, I’ve been fascinated by musicians. Besides the fact that so many of them are drop dead gorgeous, creativity is sexy. And as someone with a creative mind, I found them magical. When I was in junior high, hairbands were a thing. And I can’t tell you how much I loved it. I still do. Guys with long hair, eyeliner, leather pants and boots? Yes please. That is how I like my rock stars. I was attracted to the debauchery and danger.
Over the years, I went to hundreds of concerts and met tons of bands, befriending local and internationally performing bands. Many of my girl friends felt the same way. They either just loved the music or they dated the guys in the bands. These were my people. Because it’s been a part of my life for so long, a lot of my stories seem tame to me, although they might be wilder than I consider them. Since there are no rules in rock n roll, I was always fascinated with where the adventure might lead.
Naturally, the Motley Crue biography, The Dirt, captured my imagination. I should correct what I said earlier. My stories are tame compared to the ones shared in this book. These guys lived the epitome of the sex, drugs and rock n roll stereotype.
When I created a larger than life rock star male lead character, I looked no further than Nikki Sixx. I’ve said many times before that anyone who has died twice and lived to tell about it deserves a fictional character based on him. Tristan Trevosier is that character. He’s only died once, so he’s got some catching up to do.
Tristan is a spoiled brat who thrives on negative attention. He is the life of the party and he goes through girls like other people might order ice coffees. But he’s one of those guys who pushes the limits with what he can get away with, and still manages to be charming. The bad boy no one can resist.
What’s Tristan so bitter about? He’s the son of a famous actor, and everyone wants something from him because of who he is. Until he meets Callie, a girl who could totally care less about all of that and just wants to be his friend. With Callie, he finds his Achilles heel.
Tristan’s never had to take anything seriously, since someone’s always around to save him. Once his excesses led him to immortality, nothing changed. He covered up his anger and confusion with drink and drugs, and didn’t bother to find out what the afterlife had in store for him.
So when I say it like that, he sounds pretty awful. But like any expert on the dark side, Tristan’s charming enough that he intrigues you. You want to know what he’s going to do next. You close your eyes as he walks the tightrope, knowing he’s got no safety net. And you cheer when he makes it to the other side, unscathed.