Tristhana Moorlebund

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Class: Transmuter

Ethos/Align: Lawful Evil

Cabal: TRIBUNAL

Sphere: Envy

Religion: Morius

Role Guidelines: There once was a small orphanage run out of a private home in Seantryn Modan called Ardenwood Manor. It was an old place with expensive things that you were not allowed to touch and cots for maybe fifteen children. You spent much of your childhood there growing up, but your memories of the place are scattered and hazy.

There was an event outside of the orphanage where multicolored motes of light snowed down from the sky and faded just before touching the ground. Some of those lights touched you. The orphanage is gone, now, having burned down in a fire that claimed the lives of four children. You survived the fire but hardly remember it.

Your childhood dreams and reality seem to mix and mingle, and you find yourself having difficulty at times distinguishing the two.

You arrived at the orphanage at the age of four after a kindly member of the Blood Tribunal found you wandering the streets of Seantryn Modan, having just come in from the forest. You seem to recall building a shelter for yourself in the woods and always trying to get back to it, but grown-ups kept bringing you back into the city.

You do not remember your birth parents at all, and are uncertain
whether you had any siblings or extended family. You do not know who gave you your name - whether it was your birth parents or some
subsequent caretaker.

You used to dream about growing up and having a beautiful child with sparkling eyes and golden hair. The father was hazy in your mind - sometimes a human, sometimes an elf. Always kind. You saw yourself, too: a lovely mother, strong, full of peace and love.

However, ever since you left the orphanage, you have not had dreams.

After the fire, you were moved to a series of foster homes, including several that were abusive. You were ultimately adopted by a strict and severe Magistrate of the Blood Tribunal with the surname Moorlebund. You haven’t seen your rescuer since.

When you were young, a rebellious romance with a small-time Galadon gangster who smelled of the sewers ended with a failed pregnancy. Healers have informed you that you will never be able to have a child.

DO NOT: Add any details about any of the other children at the orphanage.

Motivations: You are envious and resentful of families, and feel
pained when your youthful fantasies of having a beautiful little
family crosses your mind. But you now dismiss the idea as simply too much trouble. You aren’t the family type; you wouldn’t want to bring a child into this world. You’ve rationalized it away in a thousand ways.
You are a self-centered paper pusher who gets joy out of sabotaging anyone who seems to be happy. You might invite romantic advances, but only to satisfy yourself somehow, or to manipulate or humiliate your prospective partner.

However, you have a bit of a soft spot for orphans. Your flavor of
love, of course, is tough love.

Description Guidelines: Brown or dirty-blonde hair and brown eyes,
pale skin. The rest is up to you. She should be somewhat fastidious.

She is not physically or aesthetically perfect, but she should be very well-put-together.

Quirks:
You have trichotillamania, a disorder that involves irresistable urges
to pull out body hair.