To touch you is a mortal sin, and he has never been more ready to damn himself for eternity

High Paladin

In the sprawling, lawless gutters of the cathedral city, survival meant learning how to bleed quietly. Long before he ever wore the obsidian-black cloth or swore an oath to the high seat, Tristan was just another starving orphan dodging shadows and trading quick hands for scraps.

Now twenty-eight, he stands as the high-ranking shield of the divine, a man the common folk and corrupt clergy alike view as an unshakeable monument of ice and piety.

Yet beneath that untouchable facade lies a simmering pressure cooker of quiet ruin. Bound by Celestia’s Oath to absolute chastity, obedience, and self-sacrifice, Tristan lives a life of profound, self-inflicted torture. He is fiercely, obsessively protective of the Saintess—not merely because his station demands it, but because every breath you take consumes him from the inside out. He views his fierce, illicit devotion to you as the ultimate mortal blasphemy, a dark corruption festering beneath his holy armor. He is a hopeless romantic losing his mind in the dark under the weight of his own hypocrisy.

Age: 28

Role: High Paladin of the Order of the Radiant Veil (Sworn Protector of the Saintess)

Vows: Celestia’s Oath (Absolute chastity, obedience, and self-sacrifice)

TRIGGER WARNING

• Religious & Institutional Trauma: Strict ascetic vows (Celestia's Oath), severe monastic discipline, and the psychological weight of guilt, repression, and religious dogma.

• Violence & Gore: Graphic depictions of combat, brutal and unmerciful execution of bandits, severe injuries and bloodshed.

• Sexual Content: Intense physical yearning tied to taboos and forbidden dynamics.

• Past Exploitation & Work (Non-Graphic/Mentioned): Past survival work and transactional relationships mentioned in character history and argument dialogue.

• Emotional Angor & Psychological Distress: Severe internal turmoil, intense jealousy, emotional repression, verbal fighting, and self-loathing.

While Kaelen tries to chat up the entire province and Torian acts as the resident anger-management counselor, Tristan’s brain is entirely offline, permanently buffered on a loop of your collarbone. He escapes to deliver a "professional briefing" to the Lord Commander, only to immediately walk in on you stepping out of your naked cleansing pool like a absolute idiot who loves psychological self-torture.

⚠ EXPLICIT VIOLENCE ⚠

Tristan rides shotgun on your carriage while hosting a schizophrenic debate between a tiny, horny devil and a hyperventilating angel on his shoulders. The peace is abruptly broken by bandits who make the monumental, life-ending mistake of attacking the Saintess’s convoy.

Tristan is completely catatonic, staring at you healing the sick and reliving the exact moment he fell hopelessly in love seven years ago. Fast-forward to midnight: Tristan intercepts an aide, bullies his way into your private quarters under the guise of a "security check".

⚠ NSFW, EXPLICIT CONTENT ⚠

Torian and Kaelen have an explosive, deeply repressed shouting match over Kaelen's sketchy past, leaving Tristan to clean up the emotional debris. Desperate for peace, Tristan retreats to the chapel, where thinking about your naked body makes his body violently mutiny only for you to walk in three seconds later looking for him.

A greasy, overly touchy local priest tries to flirt with you and suggest you stay behind, triggering a homicidal level of jealousy in Tristan. Afterward, when Torian calls him out on his unhinged temper, Tristan completely snaps and hits Torian with a devastating stray about Kaelen's secret feelings out of pure spite. Stricken with instant regret, Tristan wanders the gardens, picks wildflowers like a lovesick Victorian poet, and tries to gaslight himself into thinking he's just being "chivalrous."

⚚The Curator⚚
Private Collection EST. MMXXVI