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Name: Trista
Height: 4'7"
Age: 23-25
Physical Appearance:
Tribe: Branchwalker
Weapon(s): multiple Bolas (sharp and round), curved knives (usually for climbing)
Special Abilities/Powers: Nature elemental magic (limited to height above ground)
Bio: Trista was only 3 or 4 when the seige of Argos happened. A single handmaiden entrusted with her safe escape, made her way through the battle torn castle with the assistance of two guards. As they got to the gate they were beset by some of the demon horde. The guards sacrificed themselves to allow her and the child to flee into town.
As they fled, she came upon some of the fleeing townspeople. She screamed for them to help as she ran, Trista crying at her side. Several more demons came running and more guards to intercept them. The handmaiden told Trista to keep running and stopped to block the demonic advance. Trista never looked back, even through the screams.
Upon escaping the city, several of the caravaners asked where she was headed and who she was. She told them simply she didnt know where, never mentioned her name. She was told that she could be with them till they found a suitable place for her.
Several days later, the caravan was passing by the blessed Gipanio woods when they came upon a small gathering of nomadic gypsies encamped near the treeline. Offering to share their limited food with them, the caravan stopped and the gypsies got to listen to Trista's tale. They offered to adopt her into their ways and, reluctantly, Trista agreed.
That day, Trista was baptized in the ways of the forest and the branchwalker people, the nomadic people living among the Gipanio woods. Their ideals eventually became her own. Their rituals and lifestyle she learned to carve into her very being. Never waste what the world provides you. Always be grateful to the elder trees for their shade and security, as well as their other beliefs. As she grew in age and maturity, all their tenets became her life.
Within her early years Trista experienced a plague of nightmares. The sound of screams, evil laughter, the sight of blood. Oftentimes she would awake in a sweat or screaming. These "visions" her adoptive mother called them, were lapses of her old life. At age, 12 she begged her mother to let her learn the ways of combat. To protect her family and all she held dear to her.
The elder, after much debate, finally agreed. She took up arms with a unusual weapon, the bolas. A ranged weapon, used to incapacitate opponents and tangle their movement so she could get in close and force their surrender..or to end their life. It even seemed to lessen the occurance of her horrific night dreams. By age 20, she had become quite proficient in their basic style use and decided to expand to other forms, thus coming into possession of a miniature chain one with sharpened talons instead of balls for the ends, a gift for her birthday.
Two months later, her mother died. The entire tribe gave her a wondrous memorial, a funeral pyre. Trista wept the entire ceremony. That night, she had her first nightmare since the age of 12. She awoke in a cold sweat, her body trembling.
Afterwards, when she was to be successor, she opted to surrender the position to someone else and go travel the world. The branchwalker people were her family and this was her home, but there was an entire world to see and experience out there. She just felt she was needed for something else...somewhere else.
Other facts: Her wild nature is especially noticeable in her speech. She is very blunt to people and does not recognize local etiquette/respect.
When she is in trees, she is twice as fast than when she is on ground.