Born under a whispering pine tree in the red hills of Oregon, Tristan spent his childhood days with a cape and some good books. At the tender age of nine years, he found himself kneeling in an empty chaple, humming an old hym...and his fate was sealed. Thirteen years and some debauchery later, Tristan tours the stages of Portland, Oregon, searching throughout the night for Leprechauns, Ravens and a hat that fits.