Name: Tristan O'Donnell
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Has lost interest but heterosexual is the term because of that time period she wouldn't know anything else. But could probably be pushed and prodded into a homosexual relationship, due to her past with men.
Personality: She used to be a perfect southern belle, sweet, bubbly, but still rather demure. But recently her shininess of her personality as faded and now she is rather spacey and slightly sad. Her new station in life confuses her but she isn’t going to run away. Where else would she have to go?
Biography: From the beginning Tristan’s life has been marked with tragedy. When she was born her family was hoping for a son. Two other daughters had been born before her and her mother was not fit to bare many children, having lost several before her. When baby Tristan was born the family knew she was the last. Complications from the pregnancies had left Tristan’s mother, Mary, weak and sickly. Her father, Douglas, decided that since he was not given a son Tristan would be named for the sorrow he felt as well as given a slightly masculine name for the reason of his sorrow. Little did the family know that a few months after Tristan came to this world, her mother would die from infection. Leaving a great big hole in Douglas turning him slightly cruel.
As a babe, Tristan was nourished by a black slave named Pipsy, who was also nursing her own child at the time. She grew up away from her father and her two older sisters, who by that time were old enough to start being trained to be good wives and mothers. Tristan always stayed by the skirts of Pipsy and played her daughter Rebecca. Most of the time she was kept from the sights of her father. It was no secret in the house that Tristan was sometimes blamed for the Mary’s death. And though her father never struck the little red haired girl, most of the slaves knew to stay clear lest his anger be taken out on them. So Tristan pretty much stayed with Pipsy and Rebecca till she was about seven. Then her time was slip between them and the limited studies she was allowed. Spelling, the right way to compose a letter, a little bit a cross stitching, and other womanly studies that would make her more able wife.
Though she disliked most of the studies, it did let her glimpse more of the man she knew to be her father. Douglas had barely spoken a word or even looked at Tristan after his wife’s death. She didn’t really understand or wonder too much why that was. She just accepted it as fact. But as the time grew near for her début, he started to take more and more interest in her. The two sisters before her had secured good marriages for themselves that had them being the mistress of two rather large plantations that were near by. Now with Tristan left, Douglas started to look at one of the biggest ones of all. Tristan was fourteen and the man she was set to marry was nearing nineteen. Not to large of an age difference and since she was a little bit younger she looked even better as someone who could reproduce for a longer period of time.
At her debutant ball, she was introduced to society along with several other girls. But her red hair and bright green eyes made her stand out. She didn’t lack for partners that night. Though her father kept pushing her in the direction of a young man named Thomas. Wanting nothing more than to please her father since this was the first time he had really shown interest in her, Tristan complied with his ever push and shove. Thomas was a rather handsome man and was pleasant enough to talk to. She didn’t know that he was the eldest son of the same plantation Douglas had wanted to get his fingers into as well. The green eyed girl just wanted to please everyone and was enjoying her time. That night it was decided that Thomas would court Tristan as long as she didn’t take any other callers and was always at his side at parties that they both would attend. Tristan was overjoyed, not only did she get to be courted by one of the most sought after gentleman in the community, she was pleasing her father as well.
At age fifteen she was wed to Thomas and moved in with him in a house that was built for the pair on Thomas father’s land. Life was wonderful and married life was seemingly bliss. Sure Thomas had his outburst here and there at slaves. And always took Tristan very roughly when they were in bed together. But since she had nothing to compare it too, the girl thought it was normal and how it should be done. When only a few months into her marriage Tristan became with child. She was ecstatic along with Thomas and Douglas. It was a difficult pregnancy for Tristan being her first. In all appearances Thomas was the doting husband proud to show off his wife before she started showing her tummy. Even then when she stayed in the house. Thomas would invite family and friends over to boast in brag that he would be getting a child so soon from the girl. All the hustle and bustle around her only severed to tire Tristan out.
When she did give birth it was difficult as well. Her husband was slow to get the midwife or the doctor to help her diver the child. Scared of dying like her mother and not being able to see the child grow up, Tristan cried the entire labor. And when a son was born she felt relieved and promptly passed out. When she awoke. She found herself with only her doctor and old nurse and midwife Pipsy in the room. “Where is my son?” she questioned looking around the room, “where is my husband?” The old woman sighed and pressed a cold compress to the girl’s for head. “Miss Tristan,” the old woman started with an expression of sadness on her face, “the baby didn’t make it.”
Tristan mourned for her child’s death. Thomas seemed to blame her for the boy’s death as well. The marriage slowly became more distant. After Tristan was well enough to move about and certainly return to her “womanly” duties to her husband, Thomas was no where to be found. He would come home last smelling of whiskey and cigars. Sometimes even of another woman. And always he would promptly pass out without even a kiss goodnight. It confused Tristan, but she didn’t know how to breach the subject without sounding forward. For months it went on like this. Until the day of Tristan’s seventeenth birthday, Thomas came home in rather a good mood.
Kissing the girl on the cheek he requested that she would go with him on a picnic to a near by stream. Tristan was elated that he was interested in her once more. She put on one of her more sensual dresses that showed off her curves and met with him and enjoyed a wonderful day of talking and holding hands. At the side of the river Thomas suggested they do something bold and get into the water. Tristan giggly and happy to do what ever he agreed, when in without question. The last thing she remembered about that day was seeing a crazy look in Thomas’ eyes a he came after her pushing her under the water.
When she awoke she found herself at the Winters estate. A place she had only heard stories about.
Assigned Master: None
