Trina at a Glance…
Name: Trivla Odelia Serverta
Race: Angelic Humana, Water.
Age: Centuries, though she remembers next to nothing. Appears to be around 20.
Eyes: Nearly black.
Hair: Dark
Height: 5’
Likes: Learning, flying and water. Loves to watch light shine on things, through things, and in things. Likes quiet talking in backround an dsound of rain.
Dislikes: Mean people, polluted water, and most of all... FIRE!
Good:
Can breathe water and is drawn to it as it is to her, rain seems to follow her.
Has wings and knows how to use them, flying as easy as walking.
Can push simple objects into nonexistence and pull them back again, memorizing the atom configuration allows her to produce the exact same item every time, anytime.
Can sing pretty dang good, only does it when alone and without really meaning to.
All wounds heal quickly, a simple few days sleep healing even bones.
Bad:
Flying is as tiring as it is invigorating, Trina often crash lands in a body of water to sleep after a good flight, completely exhausted.
If atom configuration of an object is forgotten, the item is lost forever. Does not work very well with books. Attempting with complicated objects reverses the effect, Trina will disappear instead.
Entire race is hypnotized by most music, it has been used as a lure before, Trina cannot ignore music’s attraction. Colorful paintings also put most Angelics into a trance, though this is easier to snap out of. Once music/painting is removed, Angelic returns to normal.
Bones are hollow and break rather easily.
Easily confused by quick or cruel words, rarely rising to defend self against insults because she does not understand the cruel streak in some individuals and because she has a low self-esteem.
Extreme heat or cold. Trina's blood will literally freeze or boil, a very painful experiance.
Trina’s memories before the muffin are few, large blank voids filling in between chaotic and confusing events. Trina is afraid she has done some terrible, unforgivable things. From what Sachin wrote down and from what bits and pieces she does recall, this is not uncalled for.
The warlike nature of her race sometimes shines through, and this scares her. Indecision is part of the reason why she is such a poor fighter. Then there is always the risk of reverting, a fate worse than death to Trina, who values her freedom and thoughts above all else.
Other: Trina can usually be found in her favorite seat at the bar, dark eyes thoughtfully watching the Demented Muffin’s inhabitants or idly looking at the way the glasses make rainbows out of the light. She smiles and greets those she knows and those she does not know, listening intently to what is being said to her. Speaking too quickly confuses her; she does not comprehend fast words. Trina is a strange little alien really; a lot of simple concepts confuse her. She refers to Tomo’s wife as his ‘rope friend’, having heard him say ‘tie the knot’ in reference to marriage. She calls any big piece of fabric not worn as clothing a tablecloth, which includes blankets, curtains, sheets, and carpets. Trina does not grasp the concept of any relationship other than friendship very well, never having family or the like. She perceives everything as her equal or superior, sometimes apologizing to inanimate objects or extensively apologizing for a small mistake to the person she believes she has offended or wronged. This makes her relatively easy to take advantage of, but Trina has fortunately not had to deal with that of late. Slavery is something Trina somewhat understands and detests, freedom being the most strived for ideal in her life.
Trina does not eat or drink, the glass of water constantly found in her hand being breathed in, not consumed. Trina may appear to have the same structure as any other human woman, but internally she is nothing close. Trina’s bone structure is similar, but all of them are hollow, making her lighter for flight. Two hard nubs on her shoulder blades contain a substance that allows Trina to form her iridescent wings, and are integral for flight. Capillaries and veins are more numerous and extensive, carrying a purer form of water throughout Trina’s body, kept slowly moving by Trina’s large heart. The heart of an angelic is twice the size of a human’s, and much, much slower. Trina’s heart beats once for every twenty of a human female’s, pulse virtually nonexistent. The only other organ in Trina’s torso is a large, heavily lined lung that fills the rest of it. Trina can breathe water as well as air, the thick lining allowing her to withstand higher water pressures.
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Trina is of an old race of elemental beings, termed Angelic Humana by an even older (and haughtier) race called the True Angelics. The extinct beings were little more than clouds of energy, possessing telekinetic and somewhat telepathic abilities. Both races came from a planet that Trina will only call ‘terreo’, the Latin word for terrify. Before Trina’s creation the True Angelics (and the Angelic Humana who defended them) were slaughtered in an uprising of fire Angelic Humanas, the True Angelics obliterated completely. A second war arose as the few Light and Earth Angelics united in one force, gathering all the Angelics created in the last ditch effort of a planet to save itself. Most of them were reverting to their true forms, mindless and powerful beings an earth general thought he could control. Trina was the last of these, the only Water Angelic created due to the pollution and devastation of the planet. When the earth general perished during the battle against the three, Trina found herself in the middle of a battlefield, as dumbfounded as a child. She and the other newly created Angelics fled to other worlds as fire swept across the planet, it’s turmoil mounting while the Light Angelics tried to keep control of the other Angelic Humana. Trina later ended up in the hands of Sachin, a cruel fire angelic who hoped to overthrow his brother, using his captured prizes against him. After several attempts to get her to revert completely, Sachin gave up his usual methods and simply locked her up. His main instrument was fire, and Trina still fears it today. Sachin’s plan backfired however, Trina reverted, but she also escaped.
Trina found herself without a plan and without any real hope, traveling the world some, learning a little English here and there, but rarely speaking. She did not use the hateful name Sachin had given her, ‘Trivla Odelia Serverta’, changing the first to Trina and calling herself that. Trina eventually found the muffin, and liked it so much she stayed there. She was quite withdrawn, coming in to sit and listen before leaving each night to sleep in the nearby lake or forest. After Sachin’s death (or rather, his murder, but that’s another story.) Trina was more friendly, her English improving each day, finally asking to stay there. This was granted, and it’s where Trina’s lived ever sense.
Trina’s quiet and a bit naïve, but friendly and curious. She likes to learn new things, asking a barrage of questions and absorbing the answers. She taught herself to read and can often be found sitting on her bed with a battered dictionary, studying the pictures and memorizing words and definitions. Trina’s attention is always divided, as she has to constantly keep molecular structures in her mind to manipulate objects and to remain firmly planted in the physical world. Otherwise, the things she pushed into non-existence would be lost forever, and Trina may find herself disappearing… Nevertheless, only the foolish think her stupid.
Trina may be from a warrior race, but she is normally a poor match for anyone with any ability. When pressed, her hands produce two shimmering blades, about a foot long with no handles. Trina has always disliked fighting, choosing to flee rather than confront a threat. Now that she lives in a set place this option is gone, but Trina still prefers words to battle. Trina’s main reason for disliking fighting is the risk she will revert, becoming a mindless crusader without distinguishing friend from foe. Trina in a reverted state is very dangerous; an Angelic cannot be killed except by their own summoned weapon, which is personal to each Angelic. Attempting to kill an Angelic in normal form is foolish and impossible, only causing reversion. Extensive wounds, extreme pain, or the break down of Trina’s will brings about her reversion, a state where Trina has no control, thought, or even memory.
