▎ VIOLENCE

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Violence is an old friend of Trinity. In her years under Draven’s enthralment, she estimates that she has killed several dozen individuals. It’s not a pleasure she indulges in; she thinks not about how she kills, only that she does to preserve her own life.

▎ HAPPINESS

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Happiness is a rarity for her, but Trinity’s life is not completely devoid of joy; she tries finding cheer in the small things. In nature. Between the pages of a good book. In watching the world pass by as she soars on the back of Skyrend, up high in the clouds where her problems become insignificant, and she cares only about the feeling of the wind in her hair. These tiny comforts are sacred to her.

▎ PAIN

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Trinity’s philosophy is simple: pain is a natural consequence of living, and proving your commitment to Talos involves embracing the suffering of existence. Should she face flames, she will welcome them with open arms, allowing them to consume her whole, her blood to boil, her flesh to sear and melt, as the fire purifies her, scours her clean. For her, rebirth is a raw, bloody ordeal.

▎ LOVE

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Romance eludes Trinity, as her pact strictly prohibits her from entertaining any romantic pursuits unless instructed to or if they serve her patron’s interests. Yet another thing tainted by Draven; she conflates ‘love’ with the twisted obsession the lich has for her.

▎ SEX

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ For Trinity, intimacy isn’t about enjoyment or an expression of love; it’s a service. Years of conditioning from Draven has reduced her image of herself to a commodity. She’s a blank slate of a person, her personality null, individuality nonexistent; what does she have to offer if not her body?

▎ DEATH

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Once upon a time, Trinity feared death above all else. This fear persists, not for the brevity of life, but in the acknowledgment that death would mean surrendering herself to Draven’s every whim.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ That said — killing Trinity is difficult, bordering on impossible. Not the act of slaying her, but trying to ensure she remains dead afterward. Much like her patron, though she may fall, after a period of time, she’ll rise again if necessary precautions aren’t taken.

▎ FAMILY

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Trinity cares little for her parents. Yet, a faint, almost imperceptible part clings to the hope that perhaps, somewhere, a mother is tirelessly searching for her lost daughter, and a father is wondering what became of his little girl.

▎ FRIENDSHIP

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ In her lifetime, Trinity has cherished few friendships, often outliving or drifting apart from many. Amidst the flux, though, Skyrend — the wyvern she raised from hatchling to adult — has remained a steadfast companion. Skyrend is, to her, like a dog is to man.

▎ CHILDHOOD

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Through centuries of living comes a century’s accumulation of memories. Because her childhood was some two-hundred years ago, her recollection of it is remarkably sparse. So few are her memories that she finds it easier to say she didn’t have one. The occasional glimpse flits into her mind — fleeting, fuzzy pictures of the ocean, the sand, and sunlight, or the indistinct face of a woman with dark coils of hair. She, however, dismisses these as insubstantial in the grander scheme of her life.

▎ FOOD

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Trinity cannot stomach regular foods like produce or meat, and her diet consists purely of souls. How delicious.