Seems like a dream
But there's one thing missing
Nobody's here with me
To share in all that
I've been given
Krystal Harris, Super Girl
BASICS
RETIRE INFO:
Trisa: Retire unless needed for a plot
Ecircleth: Adopt
NAME: Trisa, also called Tris
GENDER: Female
PRONOUNS: Sher/her/hers
ORIENTATION: Biromantic polyamorous
BIRTHDATE: Late Spring 2742
AGE: 25 as of Early Autumn 2767
LOCATION: Semaca Weyr
OCCUPATION: Minuet Greenrider, Searchrider
WING: Minuet Wing
APPEARANCE
EYES: Bright sky blue
HAIR: Long waves of a deep black, with a fringe
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5’5, toned and feminine
PLAY-BY: Zooey Deschanel
FULL APPEARANCE:
A woman of average height, Trisa might seem like a delicate little flower to some, but since becoming a dragonrider she has put on muscle tone and built up her endurance. She still possesses a great deal of feminine charm, and has come to accept her change in life from young Lady-hopeful to warrior of Pern with telling grace and aplomb. It may be easy to miss her at first glance, but much, much harder to forget her smiling face and radiant charm.
Her oval face is perfectly framed by long locks of deep black, lending her a youthful, almost girly look. Trisa takes pride in maintaining her hair, often seeking the advice of the fashionably forward on styles and maintenance practice. For her riding duties, it is pinned up into a bun and kept out of the way, save for a few stray strands that hang near her ears. With large and intense blue eyes, Trisa has no issue with expressiveness: her range includes comical and exaggerated, especially when she feigns surprise or makes overtly flirty advances- eyelash batting, lip pouting… nothing is off the table. With high cheekbones, a prominent nose, and full lips often daubed in deep pink, Trisa is certainly striking.
Rosy skin is prone to sunburn, a frequent occurrence especially after moving to Semaca. She dresses with consideration for the day’s work, preferring practical over pretty unless it is a social gathering of some sort. She likes darker colours with hints of jewel tones- green and red are her favourites, though she tries to match Ecircleth as much as she can. Her gait is graceful, though she is more inclined to small, quick steps than long, domineering strides. She has a few, hardly noticeable scars on her legs: memories of weyrlinghood.
PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY:
Trisa is love wrapped in cotton candy, and finished with an extra dollop of honey. Though an impossibility, many have attributed tooth pain to her lingering presence: the woman is sweet to the point of being overly saccharine. She has a gregarious, caring nature that drives her to help those around her, regardless of their station or way of life. She won’t judge you- her heart and mind do not work that way at all.
For someone who was raised in such a cold, unaffectionate environment, Trisa is very warm and friendly. She dislikes silence immensely, and will converse with herself if others nearby are unwilling or unable to. In fact, she often acts out different parts of a conversation with herself with differing voices- stern-Trisa, easy-going Trisa, excitable-Trisa. It helps her stay with her thoughts and feelings on a matter where otherwise she might have dismissed them in favour of somebody else’s. Because of this, she is not an easy woman to manipulate, and her independence comes from a strong sense of self.
Trisa does have the unfortunate tendency of being easily bored. It is not through cleverness- though she is literate and capable with records and figures, she never showed a shining aptitude for any particular Craft. It simply comes down to her engagement with the prospects life offers her: Holdlife was dreary and closed and cold, and wing practice can get awfully repetitive sometimes, too. So she takes on new projects- often multiple at once- to keep her focus and attention from slipping into melancholic doldrums.
On the matter of melancholy, Trisa has moments- spanning long weeks and up to a few months- of not enjoying social interaction very much- at odds with her normally sunny disposition. She enjoys solitude, as well as Ceri’s company, and is easily entertained by her own musings. Her outlook on life turns a little grey during these times, rare a they may be- and she becomes a little lazier and less focused on the good of the world. They pass once they have run their course, and Trisa reemerges into her life feeling fresh and renewed.
An idealist and a sentimentalist, Trisa is a hardened romantic with a love for love. Though guided by her emotions and heart, Trisa’s own feelings do not shift or swing too far from normal. Her passion bubbles close to the surface, but it is the bubbling of a gentle little brook rather than say, a volcano or something. She approaches the idea of romantic relationships with an open heart, but does not stake her value or self-esteem on them. Having cultivated many wonderful friendships over the Turns, she takes a very philosophical approach to love: it is a resource that comes from within, and may be stoked almost infinitely by recognising and meeting the needs of her own heart. Some needs are met sexually by some, and platonically by others. She is a true friend and an asset to any whom earn her trust and affection.
Despite her willingness to help others, and a kind disposition, Trisa can prove herself a little bit selfish through lack of care when she is obsessing over her own desires and dreams. With a short attention span, she may seem almost abrasive at times, too involved in her own life to fully appreciate the struggles and suffering of others. Sometimes it requires impatience or frustration on the part of others for her to wake up to the real world, and take stock of what’s happening.
Trisa has very little in the way of temper, although she does remember grudges and slights with astonishing precision. She gets frustrated when people don’t listen, and tends to walk away from a situation rather than engaging. Her forgiveness is easily earned by those sincere enough in their attempts, for Trisa would rather believe that a person can change than the opposite.
HISTORY
FAMILY:
- Father: Lord Holder Coryick
- Mother: Lady Naltira
- Brother: Lord Heir Dejin {2741}
- Sister: Kindra {2745} of Blue Rakalath {2761} {played by Art}
SIGNIFICANT OTHER:
BIRTHPLACE: Jandelle Hold, beholden to Benden
HISTORY:
TW: Death, emotional abuse, implied mental illness, neglect
Second-born of three, Trisa was the apple of her parents’ eye, especially her mother’s. Though Naltira was not a demonstrably affectionate woman, preferring to hand her child to nursemaid or her circle of Ladies-in-waiting, she still tended to Trisa's education as a growing girl. She was taught basic skills in how to play a small harp, how to sew, how to walk and talk like a proper Lady with the destiny of one day marrying a fine young Lord of her own. She knew nothing than a life of courtly manners and dreary etiquette lessons, though had many opportunities to engage in play with her dearly beloved siblings.
Trisa loved and admired Dejin, who was both calm and level-headed where their father, who controlled his life day in and day out, was a more fiery and dominant personality. Kindra was quieter, almost meek, and rather ostracised by their parents. So Trisa took it upon herself to heap personal attention and affection upon her younger sister. Trisa saw how keenly she looked for a sense of purpose and belonging, and yearned to give it to her.
Eventually, Kindra was assigned as Trisa’s personal bodyguard. It was not entirely what Trisa had imagined, but she was grateful for the opportunity to dote upon her sibling, to give her love and affection. Sometimes Kindra became too obstinate in her duties, and Trisa found herself suffocating a little, wanting nothing more than to throw off the shackles of her own life and break free of the tyranny her family seemed to impose on her.
Around the age of seventeen, she initiated a secret tryst with a stablehand-turned-jockey by the name of Leydan. It was a sweet, soft and slow sort of love- Trisa didn't want to rush into anything, still figuring out who she was outside of her ‘Lady-in-training’ duties, and not wanting to arouse suspicion. Her sister was beginning to respect her need for space more and more, and Trisa was finally able to enjoy some personal time with Leydan.
And then, one day, something went horribly wrong. Somehow, Kindra found out that she was seeing a man, and her trained instinct and desperate purpose to protect Trisa kicked in, overriding everything else. Trisa and Leydan were hidden away in the shadows of the nearby stables, but Kindra found them, and unthinking, acting on instinct, cut down the young man.
There was blood and screams, though Trisa has repressed a great deal of the trauma from that day. Her parents spread a story of Kindra dying, and the younger sister was locked away. The grief of losing Leydan ate at Trisa’s heart, and yet there was anger, resentment, guilt… her parents had always cast Kindra aside… and now Trisa had too. She had turned her back on her sister, kept her in the dark to pursue her own interests… like she was some second-rate human. And in some dark corner of her mind, some tiny part of her believed it. Kindra wasn't normal. Normal girls didn't kill defenceless boys like some wild, rabbid canine. They didn't learn the sword as a way of fitting in.
Those dark thoughts were never spoken, and Trisa locked them away, forcing herself to think only if her sister’s pain. She went about visiting her as often as she could, keeping Kindra company. Her sister never seemed to recover from her own guilt and shame, and in some weird, twisted way it was a balm. Leydan’s death was senseless and deeply tragic, but Kindra regretted it. Deeply, with every fibre of her being. She wanted to change, Trisa could see that. So she set about organising her sister’s escape from eternal captivity.
Search brought dragons to the Hold, and Trisa snuck her sister out of her room. Seeing dragons- every child dreamt of that, right? Even better- the greenrider found her sister suitable for Search! She had intended to beg for the rider to take her sister with him, but without the need Trisa felt doubly relieved.
And so, with Kindra safely out of harm’s reach, and hopefully in an environment that supported and nurtured her, Trisa made her own life her main focus. Her mother was becoming more urgent about her choosing a suitor- the more well-off, the better. Trisa would deflect, first with tiny nitpicks, then with new projects that captured her attention for months at a time. Around nineteen, she was gifted a firelizard by a trader seeking favour with her parents. It hatched an energetic blue that Trisa named Ricochet. Trisa devoted an entire Turn- much to her mother’s dismay- to his training and care.
The young woman was nearing 21, and her mother was beginning to grow furious at her daughter’s reluctance. Trisa hastily reached out to another heir’s help- she’d known the young Nerrilen since they were children, as their parents had often spent time at one another’s Holds. Aware of Trisa’s desire to be free, and more than conscious of the weight of Lordhood that was beginning to bear down on his shoulders, he offered Trisa an arrangement: that she stay with him until she found her life’s calling, and if they were both 25 and still unengaged, they would marry to keep the peace. There was a certain appeal in marrying a friend of her own volition- even if it wasn’t for love… he understood her in a way that her parents didn’t, and offered a much more pleasant alternative.
The details of their arrangement was a well-kept secret between the two; as far as the happy sets of parents knew, their prodigal offspring only intended to have a long engagement to cement the bond between both Holds. In the early summer of 2765, Searchdragons came to the Hold where Nerrilen and Trisa lived, and the young woman, aged 23, accepted. Nerrilen told his parents that she simply wanted to cultivate relations with affluent and prominent riders, that Trisa had no intention of properly Standing… but the two of them knew this was it: this was Trisa’s chance to take the reins of her own life. On top of that, the prospect of seeing Kindra again- she hadn’t heard hide nor hair of her sister since her departure- was an attractive one!
When she arrived at the Weyr, she was disappointed to find no trace of the long-lost sibling. Instead, thrust into the demands and rigors of candidacy, Trisa found herself wholly absorbed in Weyrlife. The clutch was a small one, guarded by Nuuth after what was reported to be an off-location, surprise Flight. Well, golds did whatever they wanted, Trisa supposed, with very little understanding of the actual situation.
In the early autumn of 2765, the Starfall clutch hatched. First a beautiful blue, then one of those rare garnets, a brown, a bronze… then a very large green. Trisa might have continued to keep notes, save for the very large green ran towards her, tackling her to the ground. Trisa, your Ecircleth has found you! Very easily, too! It’s like you weren’t even trying to hide.
Trisa found herself grinning as the radiant happiness poured through their newly-forged bond, rainbow eyes staring into her own blue. She wanted to play! And eat! And there were so many new things to discover with ‘Ceri’ at her side- the world seemed new and bright again. Trisa didn’t feel so lost or out of control. She was not a brilliant weyrling- by any stretch. Ecircleth got into trouble a lot for taking things that weren’t hers, and Trisa didn’t have the right mentality for ongoing study. But their enthusiasm and charm endeared them to others, and they enjoyed the company of their small weyrling group.
Their small world was turned upside down when Alayna and Wyzeth escaped. Some of the quicker, brighter weyrlings in their class put two and two together. Wyzeth had laid the clutch. The other goldriders had imprisoned her and her rider… and awful, awful things were afoot. Trisa’s heart sank like a stone, and she tore through the records looking for mentions of Kindra. What had happened to her sister? Had they hurt her? Was she… dead?
Her rare questions to those in charge of the records brought her pointed stares: it was better not to ask awkward questions, and she ought to remember that for future reference. When news reached Benden that Nebulaeth had clutched in Semaca, and her old weyrling class had discovered that the Semacan-born gold was an undiscovered clutchmate of theirs, some of the former weyrlings elected to transfer to Semaca.
Trisa and Ecircleth were amongst their number, deciding to continue her sisterly-search amongst people who wouldn’t make subtle, veiled threats about her safety. Plus- Semaca could use their help, whereas Benden left the greenpair feeling rather… used. It was a win-win situation!
